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Conversation with God

November 4, 2009 — Leave a comment

Below is a fictious conversation between God and a someone who was struggling in life and had been for some time.  I imagined this would be how God would communicate if he chose to do so. 

THE SCENE BEGINS WHEN BOB LEAVES THE BAR AFTER A NIGHT OF HIS USUAL DRINKS.  HE WALKS HOME TO HIS APARTMENT AND STUMBLES ACROSS A WEIRD LOOKING MAN

Bob:  (Slurring) Excuse me sir, do I know you?

God:  You used to a long time ago, but that was before you went off to college. 

Bob:  (A little confused) did you go to my high-school?

God: Sort of…

Bob:  What’s your name?  

God:  Some call me Yahweh, others call me Father, some call me Lord, but you can call me God. 

Bob:  (Smacks himself in the face to make sure he is not dreaming) Man…I must have had one too many!  So you are telling me that you are God?

God:  Yep…

Bob (starts laughing) The Almighty?

God:  That’s me!

Bob:  You are telling me that you are the one who created everything we see…(BURP)…’xcuse me…  

God:  Bless you. 

Bob:  Thanks…you created everything we see and all the heavens, stars and all of that? 

God:  I sure did. 

Bob:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  HOGWASH. 

God:  Pardon me? 

Bob:  You’re right!  I used to believe in something called God 30 years ago but that has long passed.  My parents divorced when I got to high-school and my mother ran off and married someone 20 years younger than she was.  Then I dropped out of college and started working for the local plant.  Then they fired me because of wages and to top it all my girlfriend got pregnant and left me.  I have never married nor seen my child in 30 years.  apparently I have grandchildren now and I have never met them.  You have the audacity to stop me after a good night of drinking only to ruin it and say that you are God!  Get out of my face. 

God:  (Hanging his head down low) I truly am sorry Bob.  I am.  I remember those nights you cried yourself to sleep.  I remember the day you called a private investigator and found out you had grandchildren.  I remember the pain you experienced every birthday for 30 years you have come to the same bar by yourself, with nobody there with you.  I remember those days and they hurt me. 

Bob:  (Anger boiling inside) How did you…but you never were…I thought only I was…ahhhh who cares?  So you are God…big deal.  Where have you been all of those years?  Why didn’t you do something?  Intervene?  Do a miracle?  Something God!  What happened? 

God:  I was there Bob.  I know you couldn’t see it but I was there.  I know you are going through so much pain and that you drink because the thought of the pain you have suffered is too much to bear…

Bob:  (Interrupting) Stop it!!!  Don’t you pretend to talk about my pain.  You have no clue what I have…

God:  (Interrupting) No clue, Bob?  Really?  Try dealing with the fact that the people you created immediately lied to me and disobeyed me.  then I thought I had someone in Abraham but he too lied.  Moses, David, Solomon and on and on were people who turned their backs on me for things in this world.  Then I sent my only son into this world to redeem it.  I set up the apostles to serve him and what happened?  One of them betrayed him and the others left him at the cross except one.  He was alone!  For what? 

Bob:  I am not sure…

God:  For you Bob.  For you.  He did this so that in the midst of the pain that goes on in this world he reconciled all things to him.  He joined me and you together. 

Bob:  But the pain…it is still there. 

God:  Indeed Bob.  It is.  It may never go away and it may never get better.  But all others have given up on you Bob and all others have failed you but I have been right here the entire time!  I have never left you!

Bob:  But I have never sensed your presence? 

God:  Because in your pain you have been looking for a happily ever after!  A good ending to the story.  I am here to tell you that I cannot offer you a happily ever after but I can offer you a happily after ever. 

Bob:  This is too much…I have to go.  I am probably dreaming this anyways.  Doesn’t make sense! 

God:  I understand. 

BOB LEAVES AND WALKS TOWARDS HIS APARTMENT AS IT STARTS TO RAIN.  THE RAIN REMINDS HIM HOW UNFAIR THINGS ARE AS HE LOOKS FOR HIS KEYS IN HIS POCKET.  HE OPENS THE DOOR AND WALKS INTO HIS HOUSE AND MAKES A LANDING ON HIS COUCH.  HE THINKS OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED AND WONDERS IF HE IS HALLUCINATING.  MAYBE THIS IS ALL A BAD DREAM.