the mysterious ways of the divine with a capital D or H

He said, "why aren't you praying along? Don't you think you owe God, that?" I tried to maintain a calm demeanor even after those words were said to vex me, as opposed to trying to lull and rope me in to the whirlpool of hypotheticals that could or couldn't be. Least to say, the lasso missed this wild horse. "I don't recognize any god." I replied. My words seem to have an effect on him as shown by his right hand that moved to the middle of him. I felt my stomach turn but I kept my cool the entire time. I turned around and walked away, murmuring to myself, "I do not owe him anything."