Parting your soup is not a miracle, Bruce. It’s a magic trick. A single mom who’s working two jobs and still finds time to take her kid to soccer practice, that’s a miracle. A teenager who says “no” to drugs and “yes” to an education, that’s a miracle. People want me to do everything for them. But what they don’t realize is THEY have the power. You want to see a miracle, son? Be the miracle.
“The gloves are off, God.”, “God has taken my bird and my bush.”, “God is a mean kid with a magnifying glass.”, “Smite me, O Mighty Smiter.” Now, I’m not much for blasphemy, but that last one made me laugh.
Heh, welcome to my world, son. If you come up with an answer to that one, let me know.
There are only 2 rules. You can’t tell anybody you’re God, believe me you don’t want that kind of attention, and you can’t mess with free will.
You always were funny, Bruce. Just like your father. He didn’t mind rolling up his sleeves either, son. People underestimate the benefit of good old manual labor. There’s freedom in it. Some of the happiest people in the world go home smelling to high heaven at the end of the day.
