My parents are very religious people. They see god in everything and everywhere. I once told my father that I knew for a fact that there was no god; at least not the loving God he was always trying to get me to embrace. I said there couldn't possibly be a god that allows the violence and horrible acts in the world. His response...he asked me if barbers existed. I looked at him like he had lost it and said, of course barbers exists. Then he pointed to a man with long, wild hair and a beard. He said, look at that man. Barbers can't exists because there goes that man, who clearly hasn't had a haircut in a while. I was lost, but said, well maybe he doesn't want to go to a barber, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.
Exactly! He said. It is man who doesn't go to God, but that doesn't mean he isn't there. He felt so clever that day. Needless to say I did not have a decent comeback for that one. God has always been kind of abstract to me. Is he there? I would like to hope so, but as of this moment I just don't know.



