It's In The Beard

nrmL (which, for those who have forgotten, stands for new roommate Lisa, though she's not quite new anymore) teaches Sunday school at the local church. She teaches very young children who are, apparently, very sure of their own erroneous biblical knowledge. (Very much like all of us and our biblical knowledge...) Today, Lisa taught the story of Moses, with Mount Sinai and the desert and the commandmants and all that good stuff. (It was also, apparently, the last story of the Old Testament unit? They go from Moses straight to Jesus. All in all, a very efficient Bible framework.) The Sunday school children, however, were unbelievers. That's not Moses, they declared, that's Noah. They remembered him, they said, and he's Noah. nrmL tried to correct the little heretics and reminded them that Noah was famous for his ark and the animals, but the children would have none of it. They knew their pictures, and Noah had a beard that looked just like "Moses." Their faith in themselves was unshaken. They knew, with certainty, that that was a picture of Noah, not Moses. A picture, after all, is worth a thousand words.