leaving God in the club
God came down to hang out with me the other night. Took the form of a girl too. Not exceptionally pretty, but lovely in her own rights. I was bummed cause I didn't get to audition for a part that really would have made my career. When God showed up I didn't know what to think. But she told me that she was going to hang with me and my friends all night and then decide if she should re-work the time line and give me the part. I was excited; who wouldn't be? Me and Justin knew it was God, (which makes sense, since Justin and I were quite the theologists when we were younger) but T.J. didn't know and we weren't about to tell.
We went out, had some laughs, God was a lot of fun. The night was nearing an end when T.J. argued with God that he had more money than her. On and on he went boasting about how rich he was, God goading him on all the while. Justin and I were curious to see where this was going and held our breaths in anticipation. Finally, T.J. had reached his limit and decided to use an ATM to prove to God how rich he was.
Over to the ATM our group went, T.J. with his bank card in hand. We huddled around the tiny monitor to see the results. In went T.J.'s card, up came his balance, and down came his ego, for his worth was less than two-hundred bucks. T.J. was sore and couldn't figure out where he had spent his money; he was really quite ashamed. It wasn't clear if T.J. had just been boasting or if God had pulled some nasty trick. But God followed through and started the process of checking her balance. Justin and I were eager to see where this was going and the excitement was almost unbearable.
But something else happened. God entered her PIN code (555 I believe was what it was, although I think my brain was mistaken and it was supposed to be 777 since that makes more sense) but instead of checking her balance she began to use the keypad to type a message.
At first the message looked like garbled gibberish, but suddenly I could read words, amidst the nonsense, that I knew only I could see. The message revealed God's decision: she was not going to give me the part. I was hurt, shocked, let down, and angry. Justin and T.J. appeared not to notice or care.
I was ready to leave, but was so angry, I couldn't help but give God a piece of my mind. I got right in her face and started to say something like "listen here woman..." when I noticed the fire in her eyes and remembered who I was talking too. Bashfully, I continued to tell her what bull-shit this all is and that no matter how hard I try, how much I give, or how much I suffer, I can never achieve the things I want in life because someone else is pulling the strings. I remember feeling so angry that she just stood there and smiled. What was she thinking? What was the point of the whole ordeal if she just wound up showing me that there is no free will, only fate? And if your fate wasn't what you wanted, well too bad.
She tried to explain that the part wouldn't have made me happy, that I wouldn't make much money, and it wouldn't really take me where I wanted to go. I told her I wished she'd let me decide that and walked away, leaving God in the club, or casino, or wherever we were.
Out in the parking lot we were all feeling sore. T.J. was still in a daze about his money and wandered off to his car, grumbling to himself all the while. Justin and I went to load something into his car, and I thought it was strange that he made no comment on the events of the night. Instead he was more concerned with whether or not he was getting fat.
And that was it. The rest was just a dream waiting to end.
We went out, had some laughs, God was a lot of fun. The night was nearing an end when T.J. argued with God that he had more money than her. On and on he went boasting about how rich he was, God goading him on all the while. Justin and I were curious to see where this was going and held our breaths in anticipation. Finally, T.J. had reached his limit and decided to use an ATM to prove to God how rich he was.
Over to the ATM our group went, T.J. with his bank card in hand. We huddled around the tiny monitor to see the results. In went T.J.'s card, up came his balance, and down came his ego, for his worth was less than two-hundred bucks. T.J. was sore and couldn't figure out where he had spent his money; he was really quite ashamed. It wasn't clear if T.J. had just been boasting or if God had pulled some nasty trick. But God followed through and started the process of checking her balance. Justin and I were eager to see where this was going and the excitement was almost unbearable.
But something else happened. God entered her PIN code (555 I believe was what it was, although I think my brain was mistaken and it was supposed to be 777 since that makes more sense) but instead of checking her balance she began to use the keypad to type a message.
At first the message looked like garbled gibberish, but suddenly I could read words, amidst the nonsense, that I knew only I could see. The message revealed God's decision: she was not going to give me the part. I was hurt, shocked, let down, and angry. Justin and T.J. appeared not to notice or care.
I was ready to leave, but was so angry, I couldn't help but give God a piece of my mind. I got right in her face and started to say something like "listen here woman..." when I noticed the fire in her eyes and remembered who I was talking too. Bashfully, I continued to tell her what bull-shit this all is and that no matter how hard I try, how much I give, or how much I suffer, I can never achieve the things I want in life because someone else is pulling the strings. I remember feeling so angry that she just stood there and smiled. What was she thinking? What was the point of the whole ordeal if she just wound up showing me that there is no free will, only fate? And if your fate wasn't what you wanted, well too bad.
She tried to explain that the part wouldn't have made me happy, that I wouldn't make much money, and it wouldn't really take me where I wanted to go. I told her I wished she'd let me decide that and walked away, leaving God in the club, or casino, or wherever we were.
Out in the parking lot we were all feeling sore. T.J. was still in a daze about his money and wandered off to his car, grumbling to himself all the while. Justin and I went to load something into his car, and I thought it was strange that he made no comment on the events of the night. Instead he was more concerned with whether or not he was getting fat.
And that was it. The rest was just a dream waiting to end.
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