If you had the opportunity to ask your God a question, what would it be? |
When I died I went to the in-between place and God met me there. “You mean Purgatory. You should say Purgatory. That’s what I named it.” “No,” I said. “I like the way I’m thinking of it better.” Anger reddened the Divine face and the hands clenched. “See! That’s the whole problem with you.. ." Eyes closed with a Divine inhalation of breath. The wind stirred our surroundings. “. . .people! You never do what I tell you.” God slumped down against an oak tree. There was a two-way sign above his head. “Okay.” I murmured, looking around and waiting for God to cool off. The road forked ahead of us and the sign beckoned both ways. “So. . . uh,” I queried after awhile. “which way do I go here?” “What are you asking me for? You’re not gonna go the right way anyway.” “Which way’s the right way?” “Ahh son,” God smiled. “that is a very good question!” When I awoke I went to the toilet and brushed my teeth. “You mean bathroom. Brushing your teeth in the toilet is disgusting.” “Aw. . . shit.” “This is what I’m saying.” God agreed. I shook my head. “No, no, no that’s not what I meant!” “I don’t know.” God shrugged. “That’s what you wrote.. . . .” |