Look at
the birds
of the air;
they neither
sow
nor reap
nor gather
into barns.
[Matthew 7:26]
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"I'm scared,
Lord."
"Of what,
My child."
(Loud whiny voice.)
"EVERYTHING!"
[NOD.]
"What does
My Word
say,
child?"
"Which part:
the JEWISH,
or the GOY'ISHKAH*?"
[CHUCKLING.]
"JESUS said...."
"Read It,
child."
"It's the part,
about the BIRDS."
[NODDING.]
[GAZE UPON
THE COLD DECEMBER
NIGHT IN THE HILL COUNTRY,
IN SOUTHEAST TEXAS;
A LITTLE BIRD IS
SLEEPING: HIS BEAK
UNDER HIS WING.]
"It's...eh, right HERE:
Therefore,
I tell you,
do not be
anxious
about your
life.
[Matthew 7:25]
Yeah; but....
people didn't LIVE
as long, in those DAYS."
[PATIENT SILENCE.]
(Look up at the ceiling.)
"It was DIFFERENT!
THERE wasn't any
NEWS, Lord! Ya didn't
HEAR ABOUT ALL THIS
BAD STUFF!"
[PATIENTLY LISTENING.]
"NOWADAYS.....
somebody stubbs their
TOE, on the OTHER SIDE
of EARTH,
and EVERYBODY HEARS
ABOUT IT,
in like..
FIVE MINUTES!"
[CHUCKLING.]
"....Even, on the
SPACE STATION!"
[PATIENT VOICE.]
[GLANCING TO HIS RIGHT, CHUCKLING.]
"What about the
space station,
My beloved."
(Shout.)
"THEY HEAR ABOUT IT,
TOO!"
[NODDING.]
[GAZING AT ONE OF
THE ASTRONAUTS,
SIPPING OUT OF
A JUICE PAK, AND
EMAILING
BACK HOME.]
"It's TOO MUCH!
All this HORROR,
and MISERY!"
"Look to
Me,
child."
"Yeah,
BUT!"
"But
what,
Mein kin'der."
"It's too HORRIBLE!
How can ANYBODY,
NOT feel ANXIOUS
these DAYS?"
(Thoughtful pause.)
"You'd have ta'
almost be a VULCAN!"
[PATIENT SIGH.]
"Oy vey."
(Shaking frumpy
head, irritably.)
(Sip some
lemon-flavored-soda-water.)
(Grimmace.)
(Think about a can of
sugary root beer.)
"The VULCANS
are really CALM,
about EVERYTHING,
LORD! HUMANS just
AREN'T.. LIKE THAT!"
[PATIENT PAUSE.]
"Who made you,
My child?"
(Burp.)
"'Dunno;
it must 'a been
somebody with a
bad sense 'a HUMOR."
[CHUCKLE.]
"Or,
a
Good
One."
***********************
And,
yet
your heavenly
Father
feeds
them.
[Matthew 7:26]
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*Yiddish: 'Gentile'.
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