Most of the time I just bang my head against the wall with these folks. Their powers of obfuscation and reductionism are astoudningly powerful. Every now and then, though, I’m blown away by a moment of understanding, or something unexpected.
The other day I was out with a fundamentalist friend from work. She asked me about Masses for the dead, and I gave her a short answer and tried to deflect the argument about “Purgatory” not being in the Bible that I expected to be coming. Then she floored me–she said, “Oh, I understand that sometimes we need extra-Biblical texts to understand what the early Christians believed…”
Huh? I thought I’d stepped into a more rational dimension.
On the other hand, my non-Catholic, non-anything girlfriend seems to be flirting with ideas of polytheism, and I never know what to say. A recent conversation went something like this:
Girlfriend: “How do you know you worship the right God?”
Me: “Well, there’s only one God. There can’t possibly be more than one.”
Girlfriend: “How do you know there isn’t a God above your God?”
Me: “No, no, you misunderstand. I’m talking about the absolute and infinite creator.”
Girlfriend: "But what if there’s one ABOVE that God?
Me: “Let’s just go get a drink.” (Thinking to myself: Methinks you need to refamiliarize yourself with the words “infinite” and “absolute.”