Back when the
Toronto Maple Leafs (NHL) last won the Stanley Cup, I read about a fanatical
German Protestant who wanted to impress his baby son with the existence and
omnipresence of God. This happened 3 or 4 centuries back. So, despite the
Bible's reticence re 'graven images' the zealous German still painted a huge eye
on the ceiling of the nursery. An eye that daily peered down on the
impressionable little Hans. I never did hear the results of this little
experiment in religious education/brainwashing, but I can well
imagine.
Imagine 20 years have passed and I encounter the young Hans and
engage him in conversation.
Hi Hans, how goes things?
Hans:
Great. I'm a very poplar fellow in this parish, you know. I always do the right
thing.
Me: I bet.
Hans: For instance, I've never once grabbed a
wench and jumped into a hay stack with her.
Me: Yeah, you never know who
might be watching. Lots of telescopes 'round here these days. Yes, I understand
how you feel, Hans.
Hans: Besides I just got married and these days I 'm
having lots of fun.
Me: Great! I imagine you're the type to snuff the
candles before you frolic, right?
Hans: Yeah, every time. How did you
know?
Me: Lucky guess. Say Hans what's your favorite Bible
verse?
Hans: The one right at the beginning of the Judeo-Christian
tradition. You know, the verse where Moses asks God his name so he can give it
to mean old Pharaoh in Egypt.
