Prayers

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Seek the
Lord
while
He may
be
found.
[Isaiah 55:6]
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"I have friends
who really like to
PRAY to you,
Lord."

[NOD.]

"But, it makes me
so UNCOMFORTABLE;
I don't know WHY?"

[PATIENTLY NODDING.]

"I mean,
there's like....
..TSUNAMIS....
that are hittin' people,
and here I am...
prayin' about
some co-worker... that
gets on my NERVES.."

[NOD.]
"Yes,
My beloved."

(Shrug.)
"It just seems pretty
SUPERFICIAL."

"Not to Me,
child."

"Well......it just seems
like You have this
AGENDA......that
has NOTHING to do
with people's REAL
PROBLEMS."

[PATIENT VOICE.]
"And what is that,
Mein kin'der."

"Your AGENDA?
Well, the Christians
say You wanna save
everybody's SOULS."

[PATIENT SIGH.]

"Doesn't that seem
very....ivory-TOWER,
to You?"

[CALM VOICE.]
"No."

"Well, it does
to ME."
(Sip some Orange Crush*.)
"I mean......what does
that really have to do
with real LIFE?"
(Burp.)
"NOTHING!"

[SIGH.]
[THE FATHER BECKONS
ONE OF THE LOWER-
LAYER-FIGHTING-ANGELS
INTO THE THRONE ROOM.
THE ANGEL, WOEFUL-FACED,
IS HOLDING OUT A BROKEN FEATHER
THAT ONE OF THE LESSER-
DEMONS ON EARTH PULLED OUT
AND BROKE, ON PURPOSE.
THE ANGEL ASKS IF THE
FEATHER CAN BE FIXED.
THE FATHER SHAKES
HIS HEAD. THE ANGEL,
WHOSE NAME IS ANGELO,
ASKS WHAT HE SHOULD
DO WITH THE BROKEN
FEATHER. THE FATHER
HOLDS OUT HIS HAND,
AND REPLIES THAT HE
WILL HOLD ONTO IT.
THE ANGEL ASKS WHAT
HE SHOULD DO NOW.
THE FATHER TELLS HIM
TO GET BACK DOWN TO
EARTH.]

(Sipping more orange soda.)
"I mean......why is that
such a big DEAL? We
all got problems....NOW!
You're up in Your Ivory
Tower, and You don't
SEE all this stuff goin'
ON......"

"I see plenty,
child."

"Yeah.
But, Ya need to be
down HERE....experiencing
all this STUFF!"

"I have,
Mein kin'der."

"They didn't HAVE
GAS PRICES AROUND,
IN YOUR DAY!
Or......RADIATION LEAKS
INTO THE OCEAN!
Or,
HIGH CHOLESTEROL!
Or.......LIBYA!"

[PATIENT SIGH.]
[NOD.]
"They did have
Libya,
My beloved."

[ANGELO HASN'T LEFT
THE THRONE ROOM, YET.
WOEFULLY, HE'S DESCRIBING
THE LITTLE SQUIRT-
LESSER-DEMON WHO
KEEPS FOLLOWING HIM AROUND,
AND BULLYING HIM.
THE FATHER ASKS WHAT
THE DEMON'S NAME IS;
ANGELO SAYS IT'S 'DITT'MALLEON,
BUT EVERYBODY CALLS HIM
'DITT', FOR SHORT. DITT
IS AN ORANGEY-YELLOW,
WITH LITTLE TINY BEADY
EYES, AND A PLUMP TAIL.]

(Squint up at the ceiling.
Grab a cheese-doodle bag.)
"That SOUL business
is so............"
(Grimace.)
"SCI-FI."

[THE FATHER TAKES THE ANGEL'S
BROKEN FEATHER, AND
ORDERS HIM TO
SCOOT BACK DOWN TO EARTH
AND FACE DITT, LIKE
A REAL ANGEL. THE ANGEL
ASKS IF HIS BUDDY CAN COME
IN, NOW; HIS BUDDY,
NAMED TODO, HAS
BEEN WAITING OUT IN
THE THRONE ROOM HALL WAY,
NURSING A PULLED-HALO. THE
FATHER SIGHS, AND ASKS WHAT
HAPPENED TO HIM.
ANGELO SAYS THAT DITT'S BUDDY,
NAMED ANGEL-CAKE, GRABBED
TODO'S BIG FLOPPY HALO,
AND YANKED AT IT SIDEWAYS.
THE FATHER NODS CALMLY,
AND SAYS THAT TODO
CAN COME IN, NOW. ANGELO ASKS
IF HE CAN WAIT FOR TODO,
OUT IN THE HALLWAY.
THE FATHER NODS,
BUT TELLS HIM TO STAY AWAY
FROM THE CANDY MACHINES:
THAT THEY'RE ONLY FOR THE
ANGEL-GUARDS-ON-DUTY.
THEN, THE FATHER PAUSES FOR A MOMENT
AND GAZES DOWN AT HIS EARTH-CHILD
WHO IS NOW MUNCHING ON A CHEESE-DOODLE.]
"Child."

(Munch.)
"Yeah, LORD?"

[CALM VOICE.]
"I AM
not...
Sci-
Fi."
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Behold,
the Lord's hand
is not shortened,
that it cannot
save,
or
His ear dull,
that it cannot
hear.
[Isaiah 59:1]


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*To those of you over
fifty: the cholesterol
fight goes on.

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