The Bible Is a Parable: A Middle Ground Between Science and Religion
One of the young ones quickly reached out and grasped something that had been
under the stick, drawing it back he blew furiously on it and flicked little things from off
the top and as quickly popped it into his mouth. Giggling with delight as the first chomp
affirmed what his leader had shown, he grimaced his victory over the others who had
been slower to comprehend.
The creature looked quizzically several times from the youngster to where he had
pounded on the ground. Finally seeing the empty shells, he wondered as he yipped again
with excitement. Had a round thing been under his stick when he had brought it down?
He picked up the empty shells, looking them over before dropping them, then
searched the ground for another round thing.
Placing it carefully in the small depression where his stick had hit before, he brought
it down again. A loud crack came, but not from under the stick. With a loud yelp of pain
and surprise a male staggered back. It had happened so fast that few had seen the round
thing as it flew out from under where he had struck. The creature‘s shocked surprise was
countered by the injured male‘s glare of disapproval, quickly followed by a growl as the
leader slowly approached, while making grooming sounds. He looked for any signs of
injury, but only found a red spot high on the cheek that rapidly rose into a painful mound.
How? he wondered. Why? He looked back, and then decided to try again.
This time everyone moved back behind him. He brought the stick down to a
resounding crack, just like the first one. He picked up the thing, now smashed flat, and
handed it to another of the young as he looked around again, but the females had
anticipated him and had begun to gather what he needed.
With a self- satisfied grimace he brought the stick down again. Another loud crack,
but this time the crack echoed back from the trunk of the tree. The insides ricocheted in
all directions as the big-billed flying things flew up in startled surprise.
Another miss. He‘d have to strike more carefully. Another strike, again a near miss
catapulted the round thing out farther than he could throw his stick. He scratched his head
in amazement, farther than he could throw his stick, if he had wanted to throw it.
Slowly but surely he learned and taught the other males, who one by one had joined
in, that less vigorous thumps would make for a better aim a s well as less crushing of the
insides. Finally he got it. Just dropping the stick from half an arm‘s height broke the shell
but left the insides largely intact.
Everyone ate until they couldn‘t stuff any more in. Only then did they discover that
the big light had gone far over toward where they had come from. They wouldn‘t be able
to reach their goal now. So, he chose the tree with the round things and another close by
for their sleep trees. When the big light came again, they would go forth once more.
And so, they wandered evermore eastward, toward that which called them, to a
destiny far different than anything they could have possibly imagined.
That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.