I was 22 and questioning my Catholic fate. One night, in bed, I told God: "If you sent your kid to die on a cross to redeem Eve's sin of having eaten a forbidden fruit while being tempted by one of your failed creatures, who was many times more powerful than her, I don't respect your pettiness, and if you exist I'll see you when I die, and we'll talk about it."

I then felt an inner peace like never before and never doubted myself after that. At 77, I am still ready to meet him when I die, if he exists.