After Ellie restated her disbelief in God last night she began asking us for proof. We went back over the ground we had been before, but she wanted concrete evidence.
Then she came up with an idea of her own.
‘Hey remember that story in the Bible where the guy hung out a sheep’s fleece?’
‘Well let’s do that. We’ll put it under cover tonight and if its wet then God is real. Then the next day we will put it on the lawn and if its dry then that’s proof too’
‘Okay’ I said half wondering myself if God might just humour her.
This morning she was up bright and early and checked the towel we left on the table. Her face said it all. She felt the towel all over, but it was dry as a bone.
Clearly God does not exist.
She was very disappointed.
The journey continues… and I sense it may be a journey that rolls for a long time. She is a determined little girl and has stopped swallowing easy answers, but is not yet capable of the existential arguments that may offer her some satisfaction.