​First questions

I explained in my previous blogs that my religion teachers were my grandmothers.
From my father’s end, Grandmother did not read books. She could if she wanted, but with difficulty and did not bother. All she knew was what the priest explained in the church, and she went to the church in her village once a week. I doubt she paid too much attention to what she heard there.
    From my mother’s end, Grandmother read the Bible and other holy books every day, and she read every time she had a few minutes to do something.
    My first big question to them was in 1968 when the Americans landed on the moon.
   My father’s mother refused to answer. I insisted. I knew everyone in the village said it was a lie since the moon is holy, and God would not allow it. But Grandma was silent.
I said, “I will ask you as many times as needed until you answer if the Americans landed on the moon, YES, or NO?”
    She took in her hand the portable radio and said: “This thingie is linked to nothing, and I hear in it music from 400 km away, from Bucharest.”
    “So what is your answer?” I asked.
    “If the damn Americans can do this (the radio was not American, thou),” she said, raising the portable even higher, “they may go to the moon, too. But I do not know that, my dear.”
What did my mother’s mother say?
    “The moon is holy, as the Bible says. And I do not know if the Americans went there. But if God allows it and lets them know how to do it, they can go.”
    I regret to this day that I did not ask a priest. But the idea in my mind was that if the Bible cannot foresee or predict in any way what people can achieve, something is missing or wrong.
    My next post would be about the second question that tormented my mind.