One day Fred went to the local church. A rotund, bearded man stood out the front, gazing with intent at the stained glass windows of the church. Young Fred ran over to the man and asked: “Can you draw me a picture of God?”
The man looked down and smiled. After a glance at the church, he squatted next to Fred and sketched this image in the dirt with a stick.
Fred was puzzled.
The man explained. “Many things point towards God,” he said, pointing to the lines, “but in reality, there is nothing there.”
“So there is no God?” asked Fred.
The man looked down and smiled. After a glance at the church, he squatted next to Fred and sketched this image in the dirt with a stick.
Fred was puzzled.
The man explained. “Many things point towards God,” he said, pointing to the lines, “but in reality, there is nothing there.”
“So there is no God?” asked Fred.
“Can you see a circle?” the man asked in reply. Fred nodded. “There may be no visible circle. But draw enough lines around one, and there is. God does exist; he exists through the belief people have in him, and the influence that belief has on their actions.”
Fred thanked the man, and ran home.
Fred thanked the man, and ran home.
2 comments:
it is of your short stories, i find most enlightening and satisfying.
aww that's a lovely story. and very true.
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