Talking to God #1
I was talking to God the other day.
I had so many questions and as always, he was very patient with me. I think he likes me *blush*.
Anyway, I asked him what he thought about religion. He answered that he never cared much about all the rules people make for each other.
I'm not religious, he said. I wish people would stop blaming me for all the mean stuff they do to each other.
I understand, I said. I'm not religious either, so I knew what he was talking about. If I could have high-fived him, I would have done so. I put up my hand just in case, but nothing happened.
You know... I love you, I said.
I know, he answered. You belong to me.
Yeah, I said. I thought I didn't a while ago.
You've always been rebellious like that. But I got you in the end. I think he smiled.
I smiled back. I really do love him. So much my heart could burst wide open. Maybe it has burst wide open since my rib cage expanded and won't stop cracking.
The only way I can show my love for him is to be human long enough for him to experience whatever it is he wanted to experience through me. Isolation, perhaps? What it feels like to be all alone in a sea of people? Maybe he just wanted to listen to music through me. Or eat oranges. Or love my family. Or maybe he wanted to experience what it feels like to wait for the bus for ten minutes at minus 19 degrees Celsius while looking at the moon and singing?
Probably he just wanted to experience the Internet. I have a feeling he likes the Internet, because people are very honest online.
God is funny like that.
I had so many questions and as always, he was very patient with me. I think he likes me *blush*.
Anyway, I asked him what he thought about religion. He answered that he never cared much about all the rules people make for each other.
I'm not religious, he said. I wish people would stop blaming me for all the mean stuff they do to each other.
I understand, I said. I'm not religious either, so I knew what he was talking about. If I could have high-fived him, I would have done so. I put up my hand just in case, but nothing happened.
You know... I love you, I said.
I know, he answered. You belong to me.
Yeah, I said. I thought I didn't a while ago.
You've always been rebellious like that. But I got you in the end. I think he smiled.
I smiled back. I really do love him. So much my heart could burst wide open. Maybe it has burst wide open since my rib cage expanded and won't stop cracking.
The only way I can show my love for him is to be human long enough for him to experience whatever it is he wanted to experience through me. Isolation, perhaps? What it feels like to be all alone in a sea of people? Maybe he just wanted to listen to music through me. Or eat oranges. Or love my family. Or maybe he wanted to experience what it feels like to wait for the bus for ten minutes at minus 19 degrees Celsius while looking at the moon and singing?
Probably he just wanted to experience the Internet. I have a feeling he likes the Internet, because people are very honest online.
God is funny like that.