I remember watching an old interview with a well-known atheist.
He arrived with a gray suit, gray eyes, and an even grayer soul. I couldn't help but feel compassion for this man, even though it is his life's mission to destroy me.
Not me, specifically, but everything I stand for: that is Christ begotten by God in man flesh, slaughtered as an innocent lamb, and raised on the third day.
Sometimes I am tempted to despise him, but then I realize that he's not as vicious as he wants to be. He's really a sheep in wolf's clothing.
"What would you ask God if you found out He was real?" The questioner asked the man.