"Come on, admit it," a fellow student urged me earlier this semester. "You hate Christians."
The student, barely twenty and himself a Christian, had known me for all of three class periods at this point, maybe a sum total of nine hours. I remember pausing to consider his question, coming as it did from someone who had already managed to annoy me each and every single class meeting with his I-live-in-the-sticks/First-time-at-college/
Never-been-into-the-world/Educated-at-the-Christian-Academy view of things. I felt as though it was taking me too long to reply to his simple and direct question.
"There are days," I finally answered. "There are days."
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