Just yesterday I was thinking about how net-savvy Godophiles find ways to use every available form of e-communication to spread the Word. In addition to the biblical quotes I get in e-mails and LJ entries by Jesus people who know me personally, I get Jesus spam in my e-mail, and Jesusbots on instant messengers and in game rooms. It really astounds me that there are people so dedicated to a concept that they write programs that will automatically enter each of a series of chat rooms, and vomit out an entire multi-line ASCII message about John 3:16 or whatever. I guess I came to two realizations:
1) I don't think I devote that degree of effort to anything in my life right now (much less my personal spiritualism), and I think I should.
2) If I ever get Goddy in my LJ on you people, I want you to kill me.
So it was with some sense of irony that this morning I remembered a dream I had last night, in which I went on a journey with God. It was just me and God walking somewhere together, in some unfamiliar yet mundane setting, but somehow it felt "journey"-ish. Also, God didn't have on His robes, and He didn't have a long, flowing beard. In fact, God was a stop-motion animated beer mug with arms and legs, and He smoked a cigar. I was an ambulatory zucchini squash.
So, we were strolling somewhere, chatting about nothing in particular, but I had this utterly and profoundly content and joyous feeling, like all of my problems were solved, that the solutions were so simple, and that I couldn't wait to help all of my friends work out everything in their own lives because it really pained me to see all of the people I loved struggling so hard and never achieving happiness. The fact that my "help" might be unwelcome or proselytical never occurred to me. I mean, don't people want to solve their problems?
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Today's A.W.A.D. from Wordsmith.org is muliebrity, which I much prefer to "femininity," just because I always fumble in a couple extra syllables whenever I pronounce it.
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