Me? I’m just enjoying the kids playing with the rats upstairs, to Janis Joplin, now Steph is home... We’re not wacky...
God: (sigh) Yeah. Good help is hard to find.
Me: Help?…Oh right, christians. I know what you mean. They can be kind of weird; kind of freaky. Scary even.
God: They had a rough childhood, you know. Always getting beat on and fed to the lions and such. But they never stopped feeding the hungry or taking care of the poor in those early years, they made me really proud.
Me: What happened?
God: You know how kids are. They get to a certain age and they start thinking they don’t need you anymore. That they’ve got it all figured out. Of course, I’m supposed to keep providing the blessings: the sun, the rain, cheap labor in the third world. Other than that they just want me to not bother them while they sit in their rooms and talk to their friends about me.
Me: So basically, you’ve got teenagers?
God: I know. I forgive you.
Saturday, 20 December 2008
’tis the reason for the season
Wacky families? All of us? Weirder than this (Right h/t Brent Diggs) — plucked out of the blogosphere in random fashion? back in May Brent posted a Short Conversation with God. Here’s a snippet...