I can understand why people believe in God. I can’t agree with them, but I understand. The universe is vast beyond human comprehension, there appears to be some order to its existence, and these things signify (to some) that Something created Everything. I get that.
And maybe what you call God, I call Nature. Maybe it’s just semantics? That’s cool. We can put aside our minor vocabulary issues and have a beer together. Kum-ba-ya and all that.
If, however, you believe that evil literally walks the Earth in the form of Satan, just move on along. You are either 1) batshit crazy or 2) downright stupid. Neither of these options appeal to me.
It seems rude to dismiss people out of hand, but these folks are easy to write off. They proclaim their lunacy openly, often through poorly constructed sentences full of misspellings, misunderstandings, and misreadings of history. These are the Adam Had A Pet Dinosaur people, the kind who hand you tracts you didn’t ask for and warn you that rock music leads to suicide. They see the Devil around every corner, waiting to claim the souls of the innocent by possessing them during yoga. How does one find common ground with someone who thinks a horned red man of cloven hoof is tempting them to look at porn on the internet? (Pics or it didn’t happen!)
We all have flaws, weaknesses, and dark secrets. These are proof of our humanity. When you start to attribute our shortcomings to a mythical Enemy, you rob us of the thing that perhaps more than any other trait defines us. Our decisions, for good or ill, are our own. Take some responsibility.