Saturday, July 21, 2007
When at a friend's house for dinner last week (and the eventual cookout and making of s'mores), the skies finally cleared and the sun came out for a little bit. The sunshine on the leaves was one of those spiritual moments. The friend, A, was born a Muslim but is now a member of the Unitarian church, and has married a Jewish man, so she has a good knowledge of religions of the world.
As the 6 of us were standing there, admiring the leaves, A said "Forget the dead guy on a stick...that's my God right there."
Perfect summing up of how most of my friends believe.