A pastor told me today that he is sorry that I have not felt the love of god. Pastor, I am the one who is sorry.
I'm sorry you believe a god who does not seem interested in loving everyone.
I'm sorry you feel the need to apologize for this "all loving" creator.
I'm sorry your religion would have you believe people are incapable of loving each other without this watch-dog divinity.
I'm sorry your happiness in this life relies on hope of the next.
I'm sorry you can't see that we don't need a god to be good, or loved.
I'm sorry for all the wonder your faith would have you ignore in favor of fairy tales.
For all the confusion in doctrine.
For lies of zealouts.
For the guilt brought on by your own humanity.
For all the delusions your mind has been forced through fear to accept, you have my deepest sympathies.
Logic never works on these guys. I find that if you gently mock them, that helps.
Pastor: Have you met Jesus?
Ben: Of course, I'm dating his dad.
Pastor: I'm sorry that you've never felt the love of God.
Ben: I'm sorry that you haven't either. Or experience the love of Zeus, or gotten to kiss Eros on the mouth.
Pastor: You're going straight to hell.
Ben: Pastor, of all the ways I'm going to hell, "STRAIGHT" is not one of them.
Pastor: Jesus loves you.
Ben: Yah, but he's two thousand years old and still lives at home.
Pastor: Jesus sent me to you.
Ben: I'm not surprise, Heaven always did have it out for me.
I always want to respond to that line of talk with "I am sorry you're wasting your life misleading and wasting other people's lives with your faith in your religious fantasty." But I don't out of respect for freedom to do whatever stupid thing you want with your time on this rock.