Eventually, I'm going to need better lies
How about a God that can make me a sandwhich and look under my bed for monsters. One that can tell me a bedtime story about a bunch of pigeons on a fence, and will ramble on and on with the details until I am deep asleep.
I need a Savior that will tell me when I've got something on my pants, or when I should change the oil in the Jeep. An extra quarter in the parking meter.
A funtional Messiah.
Somebody who really cares.
4 comments:
Great post, SB. I think you're onto something here, but you may find more success worshipping a personal assistant or nanny. They're desperate to pay the rent and score a good reference from you, which makes them far more reliable than any God.
You might look to the saint you married...
Sounds like she fits your description.
I like the title.
You've got to be kidding me!!!!
What the hell do I look like?!?!
Thanks Fromm!!!!
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