Imagine a man who climbs up into a tree and sits on a thick, sturdy branch. From the branch, he begins yelling that the tree doesn't exist. "Trees are myths!" he shouts. "There is no tree!"
A passerby calls up, "Sir, what are you sitting on?"
"I'm not sitting on anything," says the man. "I'm just floating. I require nothing to hold me up."
"You're sitting on a branch," says the passerby.
"Branches don't exist," says the man. "Wood is a religious construct."
"Then jump."
The man does not jump. He keeps yelling.
That's every atheist conversation ever. The atheist sits on the branch of God-given logic, God-given reason, God-given morality, God-given meaning—and uses that branch to deny the tree. The Christian's job is to gently shake the branch and ask, "What's holding you up right now?"
