stories

Is there a God or isn’t there? Is there a God because billions of people believe in him or is there a God because no one can prove that there isn’t? Or maybe there is no God, because no one was able to prove that there is one? Christopher is reading a book on this very subject at the moment and once in a while treats me to little excerpts. As I listen to them what comes to my mind, every time, is an excerpt from one of my favorite books: “the Master and the Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakov. It would be to long a quote, so I’ll summarize it: one hot summer evening in Moscow a poet and an editor sit on a park bench talking about Jesus. The story happens in fifties, the very middle of deep communism, which of course denied that any such “opium for the masses” as the stories about God could actually be true. [click to continue…]