Conversation with God
Did you come across them 3 books “Conversation with God”? I did years ago and after half of the first book, I left it there for severe lack of Jesus.
I mean I agreed with everything else, that idea of God explained itself and I admitted it was how I actually figure it all out, but that, just that I couldn’t get around to, so, I dropped it.
What I got out of the books is the title though, I always thought, “Yes, conversation with God sounds good for any piece.”
So here is mine because the day I die, Lord, I’ll have questions too. Get the answers ready, All Will Be Revealed.
(I mean, let’s so not really, really rush into this, I don’t need the answers for another good 40 odd years, so no hurry, just take a note sort of thing, eh.)
For starters what was this forgiveness thing?
You know I forgive but am seldom forgiven. Actually, punishment is usually swift and incisive when it comes to this particular Prodigal Son. There have been times I got away with murder but so many other times Lord, I think you’ve been a little heavy handed, you know?
I could bring You a few examples of people I thought didn’t deserve the happiness that they had because of what they did.
I hear You say “Envy”.
No it’s not and You know me. It’s that, in my mind, I just don’t get what I perceive as just, even a portion of the times I deem appropriate. (On the long run, it hurts) So, I prefer to call it Justice my Lord. You know, just to say.
Now that was a great idea eh? “God’s ways are mysterious”… Are You British, Lord? Mysterious is the understatement of the year. The common thing about people with True Faith is poverty, bad luck, tons of shortfalls in life and usually an unhappy ending and I know that You say that is Noble but… pain is so not, Lord. I just wonder what have I done in the before-life to get a life like this. Yes, I accept my life is jolly good comparing to approx 4 billion other lives and in perspective I am well placed but I am not talking just about me that’s it. There’s a lot of poor disgraziati out there too.
You know there’s no chance of me losing my faith but you do test it anyway, eh.
And while we’re at it, when are you going to send Jesus back?
If there ever was a time, this is it. Another few years and we’re all going to nuke this planet, ciao ciao paradiso terrestre. Billions starve, millions swim in obscene riches, millions kill each other for the flimsiest reasons. A lot of them; in your name as well.
Looking back, I don’t think there ever was a time where The Messiah was needed back more than now (or pretty soon).
But anyway, I thought I was going to give you a rant, you know; one of mine but I just can’t gear in Lord. The more I try, the more arguments die in my mind before I can develop them into constructed thoughts.
It’s like the part that knows best in me is saying, quit while you’re ahead.
So I will. Just let me add, for my friends here, the way I’ll probably turn up when my time comes (like I said, above, it’s just conversational, no hurry whatsoever)
SP Saint Peter
AG Arcangelo Gabriele
SP “What are you doing here”
M ”Come see God”
SP “You don’t see God here, this is Paradise.”
M “I know but I thought I’d pop around and say hi while I was around, wanted to ask you if you could, you know, do me a favour…”
SP “Go away”
M “Eh, dai, don’t be like that. I mean, there’s a friend of mine, he’s probably just behind me, tell me what you want from earth, you know….”
SP “Are you trying to bribe me?”
M “Far from me, perish the thought! I just thought I’d come say hi, how are you an’all that. You know, networking, I’m new”
SP “You wish. You’re waited at the gate of Purgatory where your Judgement will be held”
M “You don’t do them in Paradise anymore?”
SP “We never did, nice try. Go to that cloud, second row, third down, angels try their new wings there, get a lift. And if I were you I’d hurry. He hasn’t been on the best of moods in the last couple of hundred years.”
M “Second row, third down, angels…..hey! hey! Gabriel! Gab! Oh! Here mate! Gabrieleeeeeeeee!”
AG (Arcangelo Gabriele) “Oh, look who’s here, I heard you were coming up”
M “You heard I was coming up?”
AG “Ye, you’re quite popular with the grey angels”
M “The grey angels?”
AG “You know, angels not whiter than white…..you’ll learn. Lissen, I can take you to the gate of Purgatory no probs but two things.”
M “Tell me”
AG “Well, first, I can’t just drop you in front of the gate; I need to leave you behind a cloud.”
AG “Don’t worry….is just that He hasn’t been in a particular good mood with me since the Arabian thing”
M “Ah, I get it. Ok. What’s the second thing?”
AG “Did I hear you say that your friend’s coming up soon?”
M “Yes, he should be. I mean, I am not wishing him bad but it was there really….”
AG “Ok, any chance of a spliff?”
M “You joking?? You mean a joint?”
AG “Ye, you know, a draw, a spliff, a bit of green”
M “Wow. Gabriel…it’s true what they say about you then eh!” Warrior angel an’all that….”
AG “Have some respect, I have done this for a few thousand years you know? I’m still sort of blending in the role, getting to grips with the job-description. Messenger Arc-angel is not as easy as barista or accountant you know”
Gate of Purgatory.
Huge sign on top of gate “You and Me now” is not looking promising.
Sky-high, ultra huge gate opens, more sky behind it, I enter, pitch black, I leave my body, thousands of images whizzes all around.
Gradually they slow down and I start making up what they are. They are images of me and my sins together with images of me and my good deeds. I am suspended and body-less while these images rotates around me.
Sins I even forgot.
Good deeds I did without realising.
But I am not feeling what I felt when I did what I did. I am feeling what the people affected felt, when I did what I did, when I did it.
This surely would be Divine Justice.
(Please don’t go lit candles now, I am still well alive, I’ve just got a lot of fantasy ok?)
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