I didn’t think it was tremendously funny. But I thought it was funny enough to recite the whole thing to my wife while she sat at her own keyboard, instead of just send her a link. She didn’t think it was tremendously funny. But she politely stopped typing to listen, and she laughed some.
It seems to me like at least a B effort. The humor was in everybody wanting to believe.
In reality, wasn’t there a claim that the midwife confirmed Mary was a virgin? If I lived in the village I’d probably accept that as sufficient evidence, though in my namesake’s tradition I’d rather stick my own fingers in to confirm it.
For myself it’s pretty much irrelevant. There was an ecumenical joke when I was a kid—a preacher compared the different protestant faiths as being like different roads that could be taken to get your cotton to a cotton gin. And when you get there, the engineer isn’t going to ask you “Which road did you take?” He’s going to ask you, “How good is your cotton?”.
By the same reasoning, when Jesus comes to me with a morality for me to follow, I don’t ask him “What miracles did you have about your birth?”. I ask him, “How good is your morality?”.
I didn’t think it was tremendously funny. But I thought it was funny enough to recite the whole thing to my wife while she sat at her own keyboard, instead of just send her a link. She didn’t think it was tremendously funny. But she politely stopped typing to listen, and she laughed some.
It seems to me like at least a B effort. The humor was in everybody wanting to believe.
In reality, wasn’t there a claim that the midwife confirmed Mary was a virgin? If I lived in the village I’d probably accept that as sufficient evidence, though in my namesake’s tradition I’d rather stick my own fingers in to confirm it.
For myself it’s pretty much irrelevant. There was an ecumenical joke when I was a kid—a preacher compared the different protestant faiths as being like different roads that could be taken to get your cotton to a cotton gin. And when you get there, the engineer isn’t going to ask you “Which road did you take?” He’s going to ask you, “How good is your cotton?”.
By the same reasoning, when Jesus comes to me with a morality for me to follow, I don’t ask him “What miracles did you have about your birth?”. I ask him, “How good is your morality?”.