It was a beautiful summer day in downtown Brockport, a little village in Western New York along the Erie Canal ,and Harry was having coffee at the Java Junction sitting out front on the sidewalk with a bunch of folks who were talking about their belief in God.
The opinions ranged from the fundamentalist to the atheist and some of the discussion became what could be called "spirited." When the cages were rattled and the fur was flying one of the more aggravated opiners turned to Harry and said, “Well Harry what do you think?”
Harry laughed and said, “You are all talking like God is a noun, but it's really a verb.”
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