I really have no excuse for today.  It was one of those days.  The kind of day that is so bad it makes you crave something special. 

I wanted wings.

So we were in the car on our way to my favorite wing place.   

My husband was driving, my son was in the back seat, and we were talking about everything and nothing, trying to take my mind off the sorts of things that makes a girl on a diet beg for fried, saucy chicken wings and greasy fries. 

I have no idea how we got on the subject, but there we were…talking about the Ten Commandments.

Now let me say this first, I don’t talk about religion…that and politics are two subjects I steer clear of on most every occasion, but here we go.

Like I said, I have no idea how we ended up on the subject of the Ten Commandments, but our discussion involved the actual stone tablets.  My husband was arguing his belief that Moses was given the laws of God in a more spiritual way, as in Moses was meditating behind a bush, saw a flash of heat lightning and suddenly, the word of God was in his head, so he ran back down the mountain to share these laws with the chosen people.  

Basically, my husband didn’t believe Moses carried these two heavy Flintstone-style notepads down the mountain just to put them on display for all to see.  Besides, he said, the idea that those people could read after a lifetime of living as slaves was highly improbable.  His opinion, not mine. 

My son maintains the entire story was merely told to scare small children and old people.  He scoffs at the idea of a white-haired old man climbing a mountain wearing Birkenstocks, in nothing but a robe, carrying a big stick, to essentially cart down two headstones with laws carved into them. 

My son is a non-believer, and I’m sorry to anyone who finds that offensive.  We think he may have been switched at the hospital. 

I, on the other hand, was citing Charlton Heston and the burning bush from the 1956 Cecil B DeMille movie.  I know for a fact Moses went up that mountain, saw a bush burst into flames, and the voice of God told him to take those heavy ass tablets back down the mountain and post them outside of every courthouse in Egypt!  I know this because I saw it on TV every Easter weekend from the time I was a little girl.

FYI, Yul Brenner was the very best Rameses to ever grace the silver screen, in my humble opinion. 

Besides, I threw in…the Ten Commandments were inside the Ark of the Covenant that Indiana Jones was desperately trying to keep out of Hitler’s hands in the Raiders of the Lost Ark.  I know this because George Lucas told me so.  And he went so far as to reiterate it in the third installment, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.  I’ve seen both of these movies at least a hundred times. 

My son asked me if I was going to quote Mel Brooks next, and I laughed.  I know better than to think there were fifteen commandments, five of which were broken by a clumsy Moses.  No, I’m not that gullible.  History of the World Part 1 was just a movie. 

I know the difference.

I think I won our religious debate this evening.  They at least let the subject drop, and I’ll take that as a win by forfeit if nothing else.  And a win is a win, right?

Until the next time…I’ll be digging out my copy of the Mummy to brush up on a little history.