Did this man think him a Christian? John wanted to laugh at that but a part of him was annoyed by it. He wasn't really a Christian man. Of course, he had true faith, but his faith ran deeper than one God.
"Bollocks to the missionaries!" John spat. "And bollocks to their God. There are many Gods, and that jealous wanker needs to accept that. Doubtful he ever will" he paused, grounding himself again with a quick puff of his cigarette. He closed his eyes as the smoke entered his lungs. He held it in for a moment, exhaling as he opened his eyes.
"Some of us remember. I've called on your aid before. Just didn't expect to actually meet you in person" he admitted. "I am honoured" he added with a bow of his head.