A friend of mine told me this story. I quite loved it and decided to go ahead and publish it in here in the hope that it will illuminate us a bit more on our lives.
There was once a group of blind men who lived together. They were friends and they supported each other as much as they could.
One fine day, one of them came back screaming "The elephants are here! They are at the lake! The elephants are here!"
None of them had felt (or seen) elephants before, so as best as they could they rushed to meet the huge creatures by the lake. The elephants were effectively there, calmly drinking water and enjoying the cool weather.
Each blind man got hold of an elephant; one of them was holding the foot, the other one the tusk, while another one had firmly grasped an elephant's tail. Each one of them was convinced to have felt the elephant, and after a while they all left, truly satisfied. However, none of their interpretations of the elephants was correct and arguments ensued.
When it comes to God, we humans are the same. Each one of us is convinced to have the truth, because we have felt it deep in our hearts, with absolute certainty. However, God is such a huge thing... that it is impossible to truly grasp it while being blind.
