About 85 years ago, I had a good notion to punch out my friend Bob. He said the Bible was a book of stories and myths. I knew the Bible was the word of God, verbally inspired and inerrant. How could Bob be so stupid?
Why was I so certain Bob was wrong? Wendell Holmes Jr., US jurist from 1841 to 1935, gives the answer: We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man wholly out of superstitious fears which were implanted in his imagination, no matter how utterly his reason may reject them.
I repeat those words to myself often. I grew up in an old-fashioned Swedish Baptist church. Bob’s family was Christian Science. We wore different tattoos. I dare not attack the views of others. Truth needs no defense. I earnestly contend for my faith; should not others have the same privilege? What I—or they—think means nothing. If Bigfoot exists, he doesn’t give a hoot.
Old Grandpa Lloyd