A Conversation With Jimmy
"How rude."
"How big is God?"
"Excuse me?"
"How big is-"
"What do you mean? I've certainly never met him."
"But, you're an ang-"
"No, no, no. Stop it. I'm not a real angel."
"But... yes you are-"
"No. I'm not. Angels are warriors. I am a soul trapped in Heaven."
"Trapped?"
"Sorry. Couldn't think of any other word."
"So... you've never ever met God?"
"I'm pretty sure most of the real angels haven't even met him. 'He works in mysterious ways', you know."
"But... but he's God."
"So?"
"Doesn't he know when you're sleeping and know when you're awake and when you've been bad or good... so... be good for goodness sake...?"
"..."
"..."
"He's not Santa Claus, sweet heart."
"..."
"Ah, bless you."
"..."
"No. No, I think God checked out a long time ago. If he's still around, he must have just stopped caring."
"That can't be possible."
"Well, do you know where he is, Julia?"
"Well, no. But, he has to be out there somewhere."
"You're right. I think he is out there somewhere. He's just not paying anymore attention to us."
"...Do you really think that?"
"Yes. I do."
"I suppose that would make sense."
"You suppose, huh?"
"But, why would he just up and leave like that, Jimmy?"
"I don't know. Maybe you could get an interview with one of the real angels. Ha."
"...Are you being sarcastic?"
"Maybe."
"How rude."
"Sorry."
"It's alright."
"Ha. Why did you want to know about God?"
"Well... I don't know. I guess it's just one of those times, you know? When things stop being hard and start getting impossible."
"So what's God gonna do about it?"
"I just want some... closure. I guess."
"Then get back down there and fix it. Don't bug God with every little problem. He might be 'all mighty' but I'm sure He won't stop his whole life for you."
"Well, you've never met him. So how would you know?"
"Just speculating."
"Well stop it."
"Do you really believe in God?"
"I believed in you, and here we are sitting and talking. So... maybe I do believe in God."
"Really?"
"...No, I guess not. I don't think I do. Sorry for lying."
"It's okay. It's not like it's a mortal sin, or anything. Go on with your lies and blasphemy. I'm sure He won't mind."
"You're being sarcastic again, right?"
"Yes."
"Excuse me?"
"How big is-"
"What do you mean? I've certainly never met him."
"But, you're an ang-"
"No, no, no. Stop it. I'm not a real angel."
"But... yes you are-"
"No. I'm not. Angels are warriors. I am a soul trapped in Heaven."
"Trapped?"
"Sorry. Couldn't think of any other word."
"So... you've never ever met God?"
"I'm pretty sure most of the real angels haven't even met him. 'He works in mysterious ways', you know."
"But... but he's God."
"So?"
"Doesn't he know when you're sleeping and know when you're awake and when you've been bad or good... so... be good for goodness sake...?"
"..."
"..."
"He's not Santa Claus, sweet heart."
"..."
"Ah, bless you."
"..."
"No. No, I think God checked out a long time ago. If he's still around, he must have just stopped caring."
"That can't be possible."
"Well, do you know where he is, Julia?"
"Well, no. But, he has to be out there somewhere."
"You're right. I think he is out there somewhere. He's just not paying anymore attention to us."
"...Do you really think that?"
"Yes. I do."
"I suppose that would make sense."
"You suppose, huh?"
"But, why would he just up and leave like that, Jimmy?"
"I don't know. Maybe you could get an interview with one of the real angels. Ha."
"...Are you being sarcastic?"
"Maybe."
"How rude."
"Sorry."
"It's alright."
"Ha. Why did you want to know about God?"
"Well... I don't know. I guess it's just one of those times, you know? When things stop being hard and start getting impossible."
"So what's God gonna do about it?"
"I just want some... closure. I guess."
"Then get back down there and fix it. Don't bug God with every little problem. He might be 'all mighty' but I'm sure He won't stop his whole life for you."
"Well, you've never met him. So how would you know?"
"Just speculating."
"Well stop it."
"Do you really believe in God?"
"I believed in you, and here we are sitting and talking. So... maybe I do believe in God."
"Really?"
"...No, I guess not. I don't think I do. Sorry for lying."
"It's okay. It's not like it's a mortal sin, or anything. Go on with your lies and blasphemy. I'm sure He won't mind."
"You're being sarcastic again, right?"
"Yes."
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