Three people sit in a small bedroom gathered around an electric space heater. It is blizzarding outside and the house they are in is old and drafty. The first person is named Matthew. Much of his life has been spent following wishes of others. Right now is when he is starting to make up his mind about his own beliefs. He loves defending them; he loves discovering he has been wrong all along. The second person is Ryan. He is extremely intelligent, but reluctant to accept his own conclusions. He has come to a sure outcome, but it depresses him and he is hoping someone will come along and prove him wrong. The third person is me. I want to prove that God exists right there in that room. I get excited, because it feels like I have proven it, but in reality I only prove it to myself. The discussion dissolves in laughter. Matt is left uncertain, Ryan is left with science, and I am left with God.