Ever since Kurt came to New York, he had been trying to find a church he liked.

He had done his research and had found one that was actually Catholic and not like, whatever the hell the ones he had found before were.

He got there before service started. No one wanted to sit next to him, which he expected.

Service began and the priest started speaking.

After a moment the priest said. “God either exists, or He doesn’t.” He said. “So let’s be cynical. Worst case scenario, there is a 50/50 chance. And I like those odds.”

You were sitting in front of him “That’s wrong.” You said, raising your hand. You were about twelve or thirteen.

“Well, why don’t you come up here and tell me how I’m wrong.” The priest said. “Okay.” You said.

Someone tried to stop you, you didn’t care. You went up there anyway.

“So, you were saying?” The priest asked you.

“You’ve confused possibilities with probabilities.” You said. “According to your analogy, when I go home I might find a million dollars on my bed or I might not.” You said. “In what universe is that 50/50?” You asked.

And everyone gasped, including Kurt. The priest just looked tired. Clearly, you had done something like this before.

So after service, he asked around. Turns out, you were a bit of a smart ass.

So, he approached you. “Hello.” He said, in his thick German accent.