The Buddhist Monk next to them giggled. "Why worship anything at all? Nothing exists."
The Rabbi and the Pagan-Priest looked at the Monk and laughed like only a pair of stoned hippies could. "You're right Monk! Nothing exists! I guess we should stay here and worship nothingness instead?"
The rabbi got-up, smiled and greeted the others farewell. He took one last puff on the hookah and passed it to the monk.
"Where are you going?" asked the Monk as the Rabbi went to the door.
"I'm going back to my land 'Canaan' and speak to my people there about 'softening their hearts' - and teach them about a message that preaches love and tolerance!" responded the Rabbi and added, "I just wish that they don't demand of me like walking on water, and turning water into wine."
"Thats not a very nice thing to do. Messing with people's minds and their traditions is risky business. They might kill you for it.",said the Monk.
The clay-lump which had been shaped into a bird-figure by the Jewish rabbi during their conversation all of a sudden came to life and flew out of the hut.
~ “Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”
(C.S. Lewis)
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