A shrink friend of mine was once vacationing with his family, a wife and three smallish children. They were driving along the highway and stopped at a diner for lunch. The kids wanted hamburgers and his wife wanted a tuna sandwich, but my friend ordered fried eggs.
"Dad," his small daughter said authoritatively, "you can't have eggs for lunch. Eggs are for breakfast!"
I wonder how many spiritually-inclined agendas are perfect mirrors for the daughter's assured certainty.
People may laugh at a young child, but how often do they laugh at the spiritually-inclined?
It seems a pity to miss out on an opportunity to laugh.