I was ruminating this afternoon. I’m on the verge of a journey, and I have to decide what to take with me.
Thunder boomed. There was no storm happening — what was going on?!
A white-bearded elderly man appeared before me in my kitchen. He was dressed in faded robes and didn’t look too happy.
“Hi, Larry! I’m just kinda pissed off that you refuse to believe in me!”
“Just give me some real evidence, God! Those miracles and such back in the old days are’t enough. No really believable documentation. I need some photos.”
“Isn’t my presence here enough?”
“Naw, my imagination provides me with all sorts of encounters. You have to do better than that!”
I said, “Thunder isn’t evidence, even when it’s well-timed!”
God faded away, realizing that he had encountered a free-thinker!