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 Yesterday was "Evolution Sunday," otherwise known as the Feast of St. Darwin, at enlightened churches who wanted to distinguish themselves from "fundamentalists" (a condition akin to leprosy in liberal circles).  In honor of St. Darwin's Day, I offer this "children's sermon":

Once upon a time, a man took a long trip on a boat to a faraway island to look at birds and think about the origin of life.  He came up with a Theory that nothing became everything all by itself, and wrote a book about it.

His friends liked the book very much and began to look for all sorts of evidence to support the Theory.  They searched up and down, high and low to find all sorts of things that proved that nothing became everything all by itself.

Soon they all got together and formed a little group called “Friends of the Theory.”  They began to insist that the Theory was the only possible explanation for all the evidence they had gathered to support the Theory.  They refused to play with anyone who questioned the Theory or even to talk with them.

“How can nothing do something?” a old man once asked, scratching his head.  The Friends the Theory laughed at the old man and threw stones at him and called him names. “Religious stupid head,” they yelled, which made the old man very sad.

Then the Friends of the Theory went to court so that no one could say anything bad about the Theory ever again.  A judge ruled the Theory that nothing became everything all by itself was “science” and not religious stupid head stuff.  

The Friends of the Theory were very happy with the judge.  “See, everyone agrees with us,” they said.  “And anyone who doesn’t agree with us is a religious stupid head.”

And that, my children, is how everyone came to believe that nothing became everything all by itself.

The moral of the story is:  When people believe in nothing, they will believe in anything.