An atheist is in a heated conversation with a priest at the bar — the kind that only happens after a couple of beers.

“But haven’t you ever felt the touch of God, the presence of God?”

“No.”

“Never had some kind of divine intervention?’

“No.”

“And you’ve never prayed or called out for help?”

“Well, there was this one time. I was out in the middle of nowhere. A blizzard kicked up, and it was a total white out. I started to get real, real cold. I was lost and desperate, and I dropped down on my knees and for the first and only time in my life, I prayed.”

“Well, you must believe in God! You’re here now.”

“Naw, man,” the atheist said with a sip of beer. “That wasn’t God who saved me. That was the inuits who happened to be passing by. They’re the ones who brought me back to civilization.”