At Bible class tonight we were reading from Second Samuel chapter three. The pastor paused for a moment at the end of verse fourteen: "And David sent messengers to Ishbosheth Saul's son, saying, 'Deliver [me] my wife Michal, which I espoused to me for an hundred foreskins...'"
Inga, a kindly 90-year-old widow, interrupted to ask a nagging question: "How long is a hundred foreskins?"
Seeing that Inga had mistakenly assumed that a foreskin was some ancient measure of time (like a fortnight or something), I jumped in to set her straight: "About five feet."
Inga, a kindly 90-year-old widow, interrupted to ask a nagging question: "How long is a hundred foreskins?"
Seeing that Inga had mistakenly assumed that a foreskin was some ancient measure of time (like a fortnight or something), I jumped in to set her straight: "About five feet."
4 comments:
wait until Pastor Jerry reads this one!
How can you argue with that logic?
Oh my...I guess if you do the math, that would be right. You engineers are so good at math!
I'm glad you had an answer for her.
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