There is nothing that brings out my nature as a fallen human more than being dragged out shopping around Christmas time. If you want to cure a humanist – send them Christmas shopping with me. It becomes very obvious very quickly that I’m not “inherently good”.
And that’s the most ironic part of Christmas, I think. The weeks leading up to the celebration of the birth of our Lord, seems to make the most obvious, exactly why I need a savior.
I think I just heard an amen coming from at least one other person in the crowd… it must have been another Logiodice.