The realist and the faithist hit the road for a camping trip. The realist has his head buried in an Atlas while the faithist allows God to guide them. After awhile, the realist picks his head up out of the Atlas and looks around, only to realize that they were lost. He turns to the faithist and asks “friend how is it that we are lost?” The faithist pulls over and exits the vehicle and stares off the side of the highway into the distance. The realist joins his friend at the edge of the highway and realizes what his friend is staring at. “We may be lost by the Atlas’ standards my realist friend”, the faithist says staring at the beautiful colors of the sun setting upon the flowers lined along the meadow below, “but we would have never found this beautiful painting God has created by following those squiggly colored lines.”
“Touche my faithfilled friend, touche.”

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