At work today, our in-house carpenter hung and leveled a portrait with only the tools of a hammer, a nail and his eye. I was impressed. Ironically, it took me three tries to hang and level my college diploma. I remarked it was a mark of the true carpenter to level by eye to which he replied "Just like Jesus" and I smiled and repeated "Just like Jesus" without a hint of sarcasm.
Thus, I invoked a conversation about religion which began as follows:
- I was listening to the radio the other day. It was some station where's they was talking about religion and I started thinking: What about the dinosaurs? You know, the dinosaurs were around like millions of years ago and Jesus was around only 2000 years ago!
Another like-minded body enters the room and bobbles her head fervently. I pray for an interruption to excuse myself from the dogmatic discussion.
-I just don't get how someone can question the existence of Jesus but we got people findin' dinosaur bones and little pieces of "here! look at this dino bit" ya know? But people still question heaven.
The phone rings. Hallelujah.
-And why would you want to go through life thinking that when you die, you're just going into a hole in the ground? When you're sixty you're gonna be thinking "well, I got 20 years left till I become worm food" instead of looking forward to the golden gates.
The nodding bobble-head is in her sixties. I feel bad for her.
I was saved by the phone from partaking in a conversation with coworkers on the existence of Jesus vs dinosaurs. There is a god.
