I wrote this little ditty a while back. But I thought with all the church talk going on around here, it seemed somewhat apropos.

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Gargoyle of Notre Dame, Paris

I am sorry to report that most people in the world are not smart. I mean, just look at Sarah Palin.

I would like to think that as a creative person, I have somehow been able to separate myself from the unwashed dumbos, but that’s really not the case. My gene pool is swimming with the intellectually challenged.

For example, I had a conversation with someone in my family (I won’t name names, but let’s just say she and I shared a womb once, and I love her like a mother) about gargoyles.

Womb Sharer was looking through my 12 year old’s science book and came across the gargoyles of Notre Dame. ( As an aside, let me just say that those guys are in desperate need of some serious body re-sculpting.) But anyways. She’s looking through the book and reads aloud about erosion. “The meh-can-i-caaal process of wearing or grinding something down,” she says.

And then she points to the gargoyles.

What I’m about to say actually happened.

I did not make this up.

“Chris, look at erosion! Look what God did!”

I walk over, curious. She says again, “Look at the gargoyles, see the erosion?”

I look at the photo. No big deal. I tell her so, she looks at first a bit nonplussed, then annoyed. “Well, I guess it takes a lot more to impress YOU, miss smarty pants!”

I give her a what’s-the-big-deal look, but then it comes to me. She thinks GOD formed the gargoyles from erosion. It never occurred to her that the picture of the gargoyles reflect the damage caused by erosion.

Oh my. The Womb Sharer thinks God made gargoyles. I give her a long, sad look. She suddenly realizes how silly a thought that was and makes me SWEAR not to tell the hubster. I tell her that’s not fair, and isn’t there some Bible verse that says I’m not supposed to listen to you anymore once I’m married? Then she says, “You’re always trying to make me look bad!”

“Really? I make you look bad?”