I wish I did...
A friend from school was the son of a lay minister, and thus knew his Bible inside and out, in English, Gaelic and Latin. Brilliant fun when the JWs came knocking, we'd invite them in, have a cup of tea (because there's no point being rude - how un-Christian can you be, turning someone away on a pissing wet awful Saturday afternoon when they're clearly wet and cold and direly in need of a brew and a wee scone? Really...) and let them say their piece.

Then, he'd sit forwards, polish his glasses on his Slayer t-shirt, reach for a handy Bible, open it, read silently for a moment, then *demolish* everything they'd said. Every single thing they said to defend themselves, he'd find the exact chapter and verse in his Bible, turn to the page, and read it. And then explain it, in microscopic detail.

I don't know if I believe in God, or churches, or religion, but if he was a minister I'd definitely go to his church. Awesome stuff. I love it when someone really knows their subject.
(gordonjcp, Wed 9 Mar 2011, 0:22, Reply)