Thursday, December 19, 2019
Another vision of god
I don't believe in god. But when I do, I know that he keeps everything in Ball Jars. All his little worlds are on great racks of simple wooden slat shelves. They all sit in clear glass jars. There I am in one, typing this on my computer. My wife, who I adore, is to my right on her computer. It's a cozy jar.
I look out the curved glass of the jar and there is god's giant knee, and there are his sandals far below on the bare wooden floor. His toenails are getting long. In the sky his arm moves in its white robe. And I catch a glimpse of him far above, sleeping. Sleeping.
"What is it with god sleeping all the time?" You want to ask.
Trust me. It's better this way.
Although, I grant, your jar may vary.