Sunday, October 19, 2014  Majoring on Minors  There was a lady
that used to come to my house when I was growing up; she came
ever three months and got my mom to perm her hair.   I never saw
her in church, but she had a lot to say about it. Most often,
she would ask a question that (to me) only showed how much she
DIDN'T want to believe, how much she was trying to pick a fight.
Every visit it would be a different one. Or two. Or three.  They
were endless. Who was Cain's wife? Did Adam have a belly button?
If God's so loving then why are there tragedies and wars and
stuff like that? Is God male or female? What about science and
evolution? Isn't God just some idea we created to make each
other behave?  ... the list would go on and on.   We'd patiently
try to answer some of her questions but it only made things
worse; she was determined not to respond in faith but with more
questions, some of which - quite frankly - are unanswerable. 
She was majoring on minors.  Photo "Ring With Stone" courtesy of
Boykung at I