WRITING: Faith

(Note:  This is just a story line, so don’t get nervous…)

It doesn’t really matter to me just what you believe and what you don’t.  But some of you are hooked on guilt and doubt from being raised one way and facing all your life a different world.  So that’s what makes me think that I should tell you I saw God the other day.

I suppose I’d call it chance, but maybe it was meant to be, a fate of sorts, a reason that I among the crowd would be the one to notice Him; to spot that He had dropped a package and it smashed against the sidewalk with a loud yet tinkling sound you knew was glass.  He stood there looking down at it as if surprised, perplexed, while people skirted round Him and the slowly purpling crumpled brown bag.  Or maybe they just knew and saw a dozen times before and didn’t wonder at the stain that spread across the grey concrete like blood upon the water, sinking in yet running out in fanned patterns that children would some morning later claim looked just like dinosaurs or maybe like their teacher with the biggest nose they’d ever seen.