It’s not always that I open up “forwards” of emails sent by well-meaning friends and family to my Inbox. Sometimes I just don’t have the time to pour through mounds of click-throughs to get to the underlying message that was encased in about 15 levels of forwards (as is most often the case with my dad’s forwards – unlucky for him, I guess), and sometimes it’s the subject of some of these forwarded messages (sex, violence, Obama…) that I’d rather not read.
Recently, I’ve been receiving forwards from a friend, Jim, whom we met in person at the Laura Branigan Spirit Of Love Memorial Gathering in New York this year, who (thankfully) had the foresight to ask whether my wife and I wanted to be added to his “forward” mail list. This morning, after reviewing for my Nursing Research class this afternoon, I happened upon one of Jim’s recent forwards. I don’t know who authored this write-up, but my kippa is off to whoever it was, since it’s one of the most interesting and down-to-earth explanations of why God (or G-d for my more Orthodox bretheren) DOES INDEED exist.
A man went to a barber shop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: “I don’t believe that God exists.”
“Why do you say that?” asked the customer.
“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.”
The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: “You know what? Barbers do not exist.”
“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber. “I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!”
“No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.”
“Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.”
“Exactly!” affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”
Now, for those who aren’t Messianic, if only someone would come up with something Judeo-specific for Yeshua (Jesus)…