Manifestation
God had let Herself go a bit since Old Testament times. She was slightly overweight, although She looked younger and was quite pretty. Losing the beard must have helped.
She still had an Old Testament mass of hair and wore a sackcloth poncho to cover the magnificence of Her raiment.
John was surprised by this sudden Manifestation of the Divine in his living room. He was not even particularly religious.
"I like to appear in unexpected guises," She told him.
"Like a woman to sexists, a black man to white supremacists, that sort of thing?"
"Sometimes," She said.
"And how can I help you?"
"You can work that out for yourself."
"Cup of tea?"
"No, thanks."
God revealed to John the Word of God.
"Interesting," said John, unable to make any sense of it at all, but dazzled by the presentation.
Later that evening, John was in the middle of his daily washing up when he was interrupted by a knock on his front door.
God was there again.
"I wasn't expecting to see You again," John said. "Good to see you've had a haircut and You're wearing sensible clothes. Come in."
After a brief hesitation, she followed John into the house. It was definitely lacking a woman's touch.
John was already sitting down, so she sat in the chair opposite him.
"Have we met?" she asked him.
John realised his mistake.
"Sorry," he said. "I thought you were someone else. Who are you?"
"I'm Marian. I've just moved in next door and came round to invite you to my housewarming."
John had learned enough social skills to realise that if he told her about God's visit, she would probably think he was schizophrenic or something. Instead, he muttered, "Thank you, God".
Marian frowned a bit, then smiled.
She still had an Old Testament mass of hair and wore a sackcloth poncho to cover the magnificence of Her raiment.
John was surprised by this sudden Manifestation of the Divine in his living room. He was not even particularly religious.
"I like to appear in unexpected guises," She told him.
"Like a woman to sexists, a black man to white supremacists, that sort of thing?"
"Sometimes," She said.
"And how can I help you?"
"You can work that out for yourself."
"Cup of tea?"
"No, thanks."
God revealed to John the Word of God.
"Interesting," said John, unable to make any sense of it at all, but dazzled by the presentation.
Later that evening, John was in the middle of his daily washing up when he was interrupted by a knock on his front door.
God was there again.
"I wasn't expecting to see You again," John said. "Good to see you've had a haircut and You're wearing sensible clothes. Come in."
After a brief hesitation, she followed John into the house. It was definitely lacking a woman's touch.
John was already sitting down, so she sat in the chair opposite him.
"Have we met?" she asked him.
John realised his mistake.
"Sorry," he said. "I thought you were someone else. Who are you?"
"I'm Marian. I've just moved in next door and came round to invite you to my housewarming."
John had learned enough social skills to realise that if he told her about God's visit, she would probably think he was schizophrenic or something. Instead, he muttered, "Thank you, God".
Marian frowned a bit, then smiled.