There's been a lot of media chatter lately about all the new bible films that will soon provide shelter for us by forcing us into movie theatres during the upcoming spring showers. Like an ark. I hear there are at least half a dozen religious-themed motion pictures on their way. They'll wander through pre-publicity land for 40 days and 40 nights before leading us into the promised land of $11 popcorn and $7 sodas.
Anyway, all this religious chatter made me think back to something my daughter Celia, who is now 31, actually said to me when she was a little girl of about four or five. One day we were driving in the car and the radio was on. Someone on the air mentioned the messiah. Celia, who was sitting in the back, asked me what a messiah was, and I explained it to her the best I could. Then she asked me how the messiah is going to know that he or she is the messiah, and I said that God will speak to them and tell them that they're the one.
"God spoke to me," Celia said, sweetly, innocently, yet decisively.
"He did?" I asked. "Really? Well, what did he say?"
"He said, 'You're not the one!'"
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