The Restless Heart

God: Good morning.

Me: Hi.

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.”