[It’s early morning. I’m folding a mountain of laundry. A bolt of lightning cracks overhead and a blinding light fills the room. I drop my husband’s underwear to the floor, shield my eyes and squint at the ceiling.]
Me: What the…?
God: [voice booms] IT IS I!
Me: God? Is that You?
God: [yells] YES! OF COURSE IT’S ME! [mutters] Didn’t I just say that?
Me: Wow, oh wow! You finally show up! I have so much to ask you! Let’s start with the wars and the poverty and the sick and the dying and the pain and the suffering and the–
God: I know, right?
Me: So will humans ever learn to choose love over fear, compassion over hate?
God: Tsk-tsk. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. That shirt doesn’t go with those pants, dear child.
God: And your makeup! Please! The color is all wrong! [sighs] Atrocious. Have you not seen my recent Pinterest featuring Rihanna’s…
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