Once there lived a skeptic man, named Xenos from about 1566 in ancient Ethiopia. During childhood, he always listened myths, specially Greek myths from his grandfather. Xenos always saw his father worshipping gods, having same bodies and images as he had, with black skin, large hairs and blue eyes. In fact, he usually pondered the Ethiopian gods have similar appearance as human beings have.
One day he asked his grandfather, “Haven’t we created the gods keeping in view our own image?”
His grandfather, as a great man, replied, “There is one God without a face. He is a faceless God, but invisible to the normal man’s eyes. He may have a face, but we have never seen that.”
After five years, when Xenos became 35, he decided to travel to England where the glorious revolution had occurred at that very time. In England he saw a different environment. He saw the people with different beliefs.
One day he was sitting near the window and reading the Epic poem ‘The lay of thrym’ when suddenly he heard the sound coming from the mountain. He decided to follow the sound. He took his black sweater which was very old and went towards the mountain. He saw some men in the Cheddar gorge cave. They were praying and worshipping too.
But what shocked Xenos was that there were no gods. At the same time, he pondered, “Is there a superior God, more powerful than the gods which has faces? And what would the Superior God look like? Does he love silent like other gods? Or does he wish to be silent?”
The God puts Xenos in trouble. In two months he searched and questioned people about the Superior God, but got nothing.
One day he met with an old man. He was sitting near the river and seeing his face by the reflection of blue water. Xenos shared his all experiences to him and also his thoughts and confusions about God.
The old man with white hair smileo and said, “My mother always told me to only pray from the Superior God. He will encourage you and give you strength. Even I never saw him, but my faith that there is a Superior God encourages me indeed. And I only told Him to give me something to eat. My belief encouraged me not to cry in front of elites and capitalists for bread. Isn’t it a good thing?”
Xenos surprisingly exclaimed, “How?” The old man replied, “If something gives you courage, why should not we adopt that?”
The old man went from there and Xenos was still seeing the blue water.
