From downtown Phoenix:
He was evangelized last night on the street. This street evangelist was pretty smug and all-around uneducated–it seems there’s some kind of biblical relativism going around. He told him to read the Song of Songs and Augustine’s Confessions. He asked if it was biblically derived, or something to that effect. Then he tried to explain to him that he would enjoy it for its own sake, because it’s a beautiful story about a real person that all humanity can relate to. The evangelist looked at him as if I was trying to “pull one over on him,” or that somehow he had gotten the upper hand in the argument, and he decided to compromise. Now he has to read Romans.
“I don’t believe we’ve formally–“
“–David.”
“I’m Peter, as in the first pope,” he said waving his lit cigarette.
“Pleasure.”
