I learned first-hand in Africa that many tribes have the belief that when someone takes a photograph of you, it steals part of your soul. People would actually run and hide when the cameras came out. I learned this the week before I was bitten by the lion. ;)
I always thought that this belief was some ridiculous tradition based on ignorance and fear of the unexplained- but I'm beginning to wonder.
As you know, last night we had family pictures taken. The photographer took hundreds of pictures.
Now it is Saturday morning, and I just can't seem to find any motivation to work on my Sunday School lesson for tomorrow.
(Oh c'mon. They all can't be "gems" - besides, it's not like you're paying anything for this.)