God: Good morning.
God: I saw your Facebook status – restless.
Me: You follow Facebook? C’mon.
God: It interests me to read what people write. I wish they’d update me that often…that’s praying, sorta.
Me: But you already know everything we’re going to say, right?
God: Sorta. Sometimes your theologians have me playing offense and defense, plus being in the pressbox; it’s really not a good analogy. You’ll just have to trust me.
Me: I’m trying.
God: But restless?
Me: Yes. Meredith asked me last night for a word to describe 2009 – maybe that’s it. Restless.
God: Well (pause)…I saw the kids put Nacho Libre in your stocking (pause)…funny movie…(begins to softly sing) “I am, I am/a real religious man.” (pause) Hmm, o.k…I’m beginning to see.
Me: (smiles)… yeah, “a little taste of the glory.”
God: You’ve always been restless. People think all is calm, but all is not.
Me: You sound like you know me.
God: John, when I did that knitting together in your mother’s womb? – I knit in restless. And that was that.
Me: Thanks a lot.
God: You’re pretty good with letters, words, phrases. When you see your word – restless – what do you see?
Me: Well, you know I’ve never been fond of double ss’s, so I tend to edit them out immediately…and although I hear the “r” at the beginning, I see the silent/shy “w” wanting to join the party.
God: Good. And? C’mon, “summon your eagle powers.”
Me: …I see wrestle.
God: “Beneath the clothes we find a man…and beneath the man, we find his…nucleus.”
Me: Me? A luchador? My lord.
God: Yes, I am. And yes, you are. Enjoy the gift of this day.
Me: You won’t ever leave me, right?
God: “No, Chanco, I would never leave you. I just need to borrow some sweats.”
Me: (begins to softly sing) “I am, I am/a real religious man.”