LeislEgan

Religion is an iffy thing. It’s up there with sleeping with an ex-boyfriend’s friend and broadband vs. dialup. Every time someone mentions religion a score of questions pop into my head.

1) Did God really dictate the Old and New Testament over a business lunch in a particularly crowded restaurant?

2) Were the twelve disciples really twelve men or just some guy that kept asking Jesus for change?

3) Was Jesus the Son of God or a Spanish Entertainer whose name people kept mispronouncing?

4) Is the core message of Christianity really “Buyer Beware?”

5) Can I really put my afterlife in the hands of a book no one has ever actually read all the way through?

All these answers and more can apparantly be answered over enough bottles of wine. But I would really like to buy God a G & T and ask him some of these questions. But I don’t think I’d be let in the same bar as him.

God knows. Perhaps the Devil can answer my questions. If he exists. But that’s another thread.