One of the neat things about believing in a God is that you have someone to scream at when things aren’t going well. And the drama; nothing can beat the effect of throwing your head back and looking to the sky as you rail against the unfair business practices of life. Try doing this and shouting, “Bush!” It doesn’t have the same effect. One must also squelch the nagging little doubt one has that God indeed would choose to live on undependable clouds and with blue walls for all eternity when just look at some of the 5,000 sq. ft. houses even common executives live in these days. But hey, it works for me.
I’m going to stop by and visit with C. today as well. I need to bring her some jeans of mine that might now fit her, and a sterling silver bracelet that is hers in a set of a matching three engraved with “Friends Forever.”
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology