A Doubting Thomas. Every time.

I believe what I believe. In matters of politics and religion. In other things, too. But that doesn’t mean that I’m right. I have no need for converts to my way of thinking. After all, it’s never a problem for me. To acknowledge that I could be wrong. About everything. Meanwhile, allow me to be amused. By the gadabouts who believe. Beyond a doubt. That they possess absolute truth. In matters of politics and religion. Yes. Yes. The self-assured.  They leave me cold. By refusing to admit. That they could be wrong. Please. Please. Give me a Doubting Thomas. Every time. --Jim Broede