A group of older fellows meets at McDonald's for breakfast. Informal, the group is quite regular in its presence, though individuals may ebb and flow with seasons and vagaries of life ... and with the tides, their common ground; they have been, or yet are, fishermen. The group's conversation surges around the state of the economy, opportunities for fishing, politics, the Seahawks, who's had to go Down South for medical issues, and the like.
One morning, sitting at table, coffee cups in hand, waiting for the rest to stream in, two of the fellows chatted.
Then, out of the deep blue, the one says to the other, "You know, I've become completely convinced that the Bible, all of it, is inspired."
The other says, "Really. Have you read the whole Bible?"
The first says, "No. But the whole thing's inspired."
The other says, "Well, I tell you, I've read it and the Old Testament makes all sorts of sense. But the New Testament is a mess. And don't even try to read and understand Revelations. Don't get me started on that."
The first says, "It's still totally inspired."
Carried by that current for a while, they then gravitated to topics of more comfortable depth.
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