What Do You Believe.

That's a question that prods a desire for long discourse, but as of now, only manages a clumsy answer.  I believe in the True One, do you know who he is?  'Why, yes,' replied the plumber who came to our rescue today to fix our kitchen sink.  'You're like us.'  Well, not really.  I believe in the Ransomed Son.  Well, that ventured another guess that wasn't quite right.  After a few more tweaks with the kitchen sink our plumber man declared, 'Oh, I know.  You're shenme shenme.'  Well, I had to look up what that shenme shenme was since I didn't know.  I giggled when I found out.  Well, that wasn't quite right either.  But oh how I wish that he knew.