Faith

Recently, my children and I were watching a show on the History Channel (or some such network) "demystifying" the Ten Plagues. You know, giving scientific answers to why and how these plagues may have occurred. Generally speaking, we find these shows interesting.

My oldest was watching with rapt attention as a scientific explanation was given for each of the plagues...the "Red Tide" turning the Nile, how this algae would have killed all the fish forcing the frogs to take refuge on land, how dead fish would have attracted bugs, and so on and so forth.

My oldest didn't say much during this program. At least not until the tenth plague was discussed. According to this program, the slaying of the first born had to do with grain and how it was stored. Apparently, there was a fungus that settled on the top layers of grain that was stored. The oldest and strongest would have been given double portions of this grain and it is this fungus that made them sick and ultimately caused them to die.

As the narrator explained this to his audience, my oldest seemed to become more and more agitated. He was still quiet, until the end of the show. At this point, he looked at me and said, "That doesn't make sense." I let him continue. He went on to say, "You know, this doesn't make sense. And I don't know why they are trying to make something out of this. Because sometimes, SOMETIMES, it is just G-d."

Now that is faith.