I'm a bona fide History Channel-aholic. If I'm watching TV, it's a good bet that I'm watching the History Channel. Most often I'm watching some sort of show about first century archeology. What John likes to call "Those damn bible shows". I can't help it. I'm fascinated by the thought that the stories of the bible actually have some basis in fact as supported by archaeological finds.
It's not that I'm looking to science to "prove" the scriptures are true. I don't think science can do that. If you find evidence of two ancient cities that were burned to ground thousands of years ago, that doesn't prove that God himself burned the sin cities Sodom and Gomorrah. I particularly like the way most of the History Channel's programs present the material in a mostly unbiased light. Interviewing believers and skeptics alike for a more balanced opinion. Leaving you the viewer to draw your own conclusions. I think I'm drawn to shows about biblical archeology because they're talking about stories that I'm already familiar with. It makes the science that much more interesting.
Since I watch them, Alex watches them. Not that he ever seems all that interested. Although, yesterday, we were all in the kitchen and Alex was trying to tell us what he wanted to eat.
"Cookies?" I ask
"Grrrr" He responds
"Peaches?"
"Arrgh"
"What do you want?"
"Manna!"
"Manna?"
"Manna, manna, manna" and he runs to the fridge and pulls on the handles. Because apparently, my son is under the impression that we keep our manna in the fridge. Of course. Duh.
John sighs and shakes his head "He's watching too many damn bible shows."
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