I am reminded of the atheist who died. Or rather was presumably pronounced dead for a short period of time, then revived. Upon waking, the atheist announced that he had gone down the tunnel of white light, had seen his dead relatives and in fact met God. He must have forgotten he didn’t believe in God. Together, perhaps in a city in the clouds or the clouded foggy afterlife, God conversed with the atheist.
A crowd of people had gathered to hear what God had said.
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