My friend bit his lower lip. “If I thought it would do any good; I’d pray.”
I chose silence. For once in a long time.
“Sure, I’d like to believe in a GOD that could clean up the shit in my life and who wouldn’t like to see the world sprinkled with more love and redemption …but clearly God as Santa Clause is a fantasy. Look around. The world appears to be taking the Express to HELL.”
I knew which part of his world was shit. And which part was hell. But heh, I’m the girl that believes in miracles- I wasn’t about to give up.
“It appears God’s idea of shit and yours and mine may differ.” I surmised as I sipped my over priced latte. Thoughts of manure and crap fertilizing new plants floated through my mind. I wondered if God was just a farmer and allowing the conditions get ripe for a little new growth in my friends life. “You know you don’t have to not not believe…to pray.”
“Well, if I was going to pray and I’m not…it would go something like this…Dear God I think there’s a lot of shit you’ve been ignoring…and some of it’s piling up in my life. And the crap is getting so deep I’m concerned that soon I won’t be able to keep breathing. So if you are around and give a shit- I’d really like you to send over a pooper scooper to my life about now and better yet how about a dump truck or shit savior….Now if you can clean up my life then yah,…you’d crack this disbelief…but until I see some evidence of something but deeper and deeper do around here I think I’ll just stay in the disbelieving boat that’s apparently destined to sink or is that stink…”
Disbelief seemed to be cracking.
I wasn’t about to ruin it by talking. I was learning. Silence. Silence is what most of the crap in life needs to heal. And so for the second time in a few minutes I stayed quiet but you’ve gotta know inside of me I was screaming…GO GOD send the pooper scooper….quick!!!
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