“Barkeep! More snacks and another round, if you please.”

“Father, that’s, like, your third one…”

“Bah! You take confession all day and tell me you won’t need to wash it all down.”

“Father?”

“Right, right. You want to know if there’s a God. Not very original, but nevertheless. What do you think I’m going to say?”

“Well, I would assume you’d say yes, but then again you’re in a bar with me drinking pints of Fosters on a Wednesday morning.”

“All very true, son. The answer is yes, there is definitely a God. Don’t know his name, don’t know if it’s he or she, but he or she is there, for sure. You don’t get where we are today without someone or something’s interference.”

“But that’s just it – look at where we are! We have more capability to destroy ourselves than at any other point in history! And we’re good at it!”

“All true. But in a world in which a man of the cloth can share a beer with a young man such as yourself and help him make sense of things, all hope cannot be totally lost.”