Yesterday, I went to downtown Royal Oak to my aunt’s pizzeria for my cousin’s 13th birthday party.  I was late, since I had gone to Reconciliation and then Mass.  I mentioned to my brother that I went to Confession, and he said, “You sinned again?”  I replied, “Yes.  It’s even possible that I sinned since confession.”  Then, his response:

“Yes!  That’s my girl!  I’m so proud of you!”

Um…..

Forgive him, Father, for he knows not what he does.

And, we were raised atheist, so I really believe that it comes from ignorance of God and not a willing, informed rejection.  It’s like a game, and for him, it’s just fun to be the “bad one.”  God is like leprechauns or the Easter bunny or something to him.  Not real.  The worst part is he is so funny.   Not what he says, for that gets rather bad quite quickly, but the way in which he says it.

I’m just not sure whether to pray that he comes to know God, or to pray that he is and remains “invincibly ignorant.”  Is he?