Me: Mornin', Lord.
God: Mornin'. Nice moon, huh?
Me: Gorgeous and full; you know I like that.
God: I do know that.
Me: A Southern Baptist pastor was shot the other day, I believe while preaching. Folks thought it was a skit, but it wasn't.
God: Yes, I was there. It wasn't a skit. Blood was shed. Children's eyes were opened too soon.
Me: Is heaven richer now, with Rev. Winters there?
God: Earth is poorer.
Me: Yes, that's what I thought too.
God: You know, I heard you, when you prayed for your friend, the one looking for work.
Me: He's a good man, Lord. George-Bailey-good. He'll be a father soon too...well, you know that. Please help him, Lord.
God: I am.
Me: Lotta church folk asking isn't there more? these days.
God: It is not that what is isn't enough, for it is; it is that what is has been disarranged, and is crying out to be put in place.
Me: Mercy, that's good.
God: (Grins) I can't take direct credit for those words; they're from Madeleine, as in L'Engle. She's here, you know. Heaven is richer.
God: You've got a birthday coming up, right?
Me: (Grins wider)
God: Forty-two years. My, my...
Me: When you knit me, did you know everything that was going to happen?
God: (a tear falls) Mostly. But my knitting is not as you knit. (divine pause) Is there anything you'd like for your birthday? I mean, if you're going to ask somebody, then...
Me: Well, a new ball cap would be the berries. The one I've worn for eight years now needs to be retired. It's got some Southern Baptist missions logo on the back; I believe a missionary gave it to me.
God: You've got a decent memory. You've been on quite a crooked little path, but Southern Baptist - that's where you cut your teeth, right?
Me: (a tear falls) Yes...my life's been richer for it.
God: (Smiles) Your welcome. It's a wonderful life, John. I'll be with you today.
Me: Thanks. Amen.