What do I believe? Hmmmm.

The scene: crowded bar, after a UW Husky win.

“What do you believe?” My new friend on the stool next to me was looking at me, smiling, pretty tipsy, slightly apologetic. And waiting.

The question hung there for a moment. I thought about the Apostle’s Creed, an ancient statement of faith. Not a very good answer, under the circumstances.

I thought about all the variables. Substitutionary atonement, amillenialism. Health care for all.

I decided to keep it simple: “I’m a Christian. A Methodist.”

“Hey, me too,” he slurred, satisfied.