A dialogue overheard between two school children, earlier this year. It is slightly abbreviated, especially around the singing part, but otherwise verbatim. Only one of the children is mine.
Girl: You are made of dust.
Boy: No I’m not.
Girl: You don’t believe the Bible! Adam was made of dust.
Boy: But Eve was made from Adam’s bone.
Girl: Since Adam was made of dust, then Eve is also made of dust since she was made from a part of Adam. And so all their children are made of dust.
Boy: We’re made mostly out of water, and also DNA.
Girl (Singing):
You knit me together in my mother’s womb
You knit me together in my mother’s womb
I praise you, I praise you
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made
I praise you, I praise you
Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Boy: That doesn’t prove anything!
Girl: But will you listen?
You knit me together in my mother’s womb
You knit me together in my mother’s womb
I praise you, I praise you
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Boy: But that doesn’t prove anything!
Girl: It proves that God made you, not your mother. And God made your mother’s mother’s mother’s mother out of dust and he made you out of dust.
Boy: He made Adam from dust, not out of dust.
Girl: Well, we just will get all the answers in heaven! This conversation is not over until then.
