Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a country not far from here, there lived a sculptor. By making statues, he supported himself and his wife comfortably. He had very few problems with his neighbors, a small community of people whose grandfathers and great-grandfathers had eaten at the same tables; and the town was nice, located in the deepest part of a valley with large, noble mountains on all sides.Continue reading “Eyes to See”
My attention was recently drawn to studies on whether prayer really works. Scientists track a bunch of people with problems who pray about them, follow a control group of people with problems who don’t pray about them, and compare results to determine whether Anyone out there is listening. This clear and simple approach eliminates the guesswork in religion.
Since my attention was on the question, I began tracking how many times I said “yes” to my children’s requests as compared to how many times I said “no.” The results were discouraging. Children approaching me have about a fifty-fifty chance of getting what they want, and younger children have even slightly worse odds. It’s pretty much what you would expect from flipping a coin. But the experiment has led me to an important conclusion:
I don’t exist.
At first I was deflated, even though non-existence, according to experts, is something I have in common with God. But then I realized that, as a non-existent person, I do a lot of important things for the family. At our place, you see, Nobody cleans the kitchen floor regularly, Nobody tends the garden, Nobody reads to the girls at night—the list goes on and on!
And the beauty part is, I have discovered a phenomenal time-saving technique. Instead of fielding requests from my kids, I give them each a quarter and tell them “Heads means ‘yes,’ tails means ‘no.’”