so, we're sitting around this morning, shooting the shit and the subject of Thanksgiving comes up. my co-worker, the infamous K---y, made her usual outta-left-field point:
K: How do we really know that it happened? i mean you weren't there; i wasn't there.
CG: well, people
wrote it down; diaries and letters, etc. it's called
history.
K: yeah,
but how do we know that what people wrote
about actually happened?
CG: wait...you have no problem believing that some guy was born of a virgin, sired by god, walked on water, died and then rose again, but can't wrap your brain around some indians bringing dinner to the pilgrims?
really though...is this what "faith" is?
1 comment:
They really brought breakfast, not dinner.
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