The Story of Ruth1960

Mahlon:
Suppose you wish to pray, but you're not near an image of Chemosh.

Ruth:
Then I go to him.

Mahlon:
Well, suppose a soldier of Moab is wounded on a field of battle and cannot get to an image of Chemosh to pray for his life.

Ruth:
Then he thinks of Chemosh.

Mahlon:
But the Chemosh he's thinking of is invisible at the time he thinks of him. In my work, gracious lady, I have sometimes repaired your god. Isn't it hard to believe that a god who cracks and crumbles and can be repaired by a mere artisan like myself can be the same god who makes the birds sing and the sun rise and set? How can a god whose own head gets broken mend the broken heads of his soldiers?