God Talk
“I need to talk to you.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’m not sure I even believe in you.”
“You do. I consider you one of my purest believers. You see me as I am, not just what you want or need to see. I have enjoyed your love and admiration and suffered your disapproval and anger. Therefore I have a deep sense of affection for you, while simultaneously wanting to squash you like a bug.”
“I understand. I think anyone who has ever been in a committed relationship has experienced those same feelings.”
“So what brings you here?”
“I haven’t discovered my purpose yet and time is running out. I’m too afraid to move forward in the wrong direction again. I don’t have time to screw up anymore.”
“Oh you have plenty of time to screw up…. trust me.”
“You’re not helping. Something keeps getting in the way of what I want my life to be. I’m starting over at a time when I’m supposed to be well on my way, looking forward to retiring and traveling the globe.”
“Who told you that’s how it is supposed to be? I don’t know where you mortals get these odd ideas. You are the only thing in your way. You can be a most frustrating person at times.”
“So I’ve heard. Could you at least give me some direction? Aren’t you supposed to be there to guide me?”
“If memory serves me correctly, you’ve spent more time talking to Santa, than you ever did talking to me, but now I’m supposed to be your guidance counselor?”
“I had you guys confused. Besides I actually met Santa, sat on his lap, had a face to face conversation. That had an impact.”
“You saw me face to face once.”
“When?”
“You paid me a visit when you were three. While the doctors worked to save your life at the hospital. They had to put you in an ice bath to bring your temperature down quickly.”
“I’ve heard the story.”
“While that was going on, you “slipped out” shall we say. I was in my lab and aware that someone had appeared in the hallway. I’m used to that, souls appearing in the hallway, coming and going all day and night. Usually when it happens like that, briefly, they don’t see me, but you did. I was preoccupied and it took me a couple of beats before I was aware of being watched. You had no fear then, do you remember?”
“No, I don’t ever remember not having fear.”
“Well, you had no fear and you looked straight at me and smiled and then you went back. No one who has ever looked upon my face before their final moment has been quite “normal”. You’ve been touched and therefore things have always been a little different for you.”
“I knew there was something! That made me very special, didn’t it?”
“No, my child. It made you as mad as a hatter.”
