October 9, 2017

Scene: The lights come up revealing a sparsely furnished inner office separated from a larger waiting room outside, such as you might find in any medical clinic or law office.

A quiet tap on the door.

The bearded man looks up from his desk, peering over his readers.

“Yes?”

“They’re here again. Waiting.

“Sir,” the angel adds hastily.

A heavy sigh.

A frustrated frown.

“How many this time?” God asks.

“No more than fifteen or twenty–”

God’s expression brightens

“–thousand,” the angel finishes

God’s head hangs dejectedly.

“These people.

They want everything given to them!

Don’t they know it already IS?”

“I guess not, sir,” the angel replies

Sighing once more, God closes His eyes, placing His hands in His lap.

The desk disappears, and with it the office around him. Like speeding through a movie on fast forward, the objects and furnishings around the seated figure change rapidly, flashing images of millennia of natural beauty – landscapes of forests, flowering fields, snow capped mountain peaks, desert vistas…

The figure changes too — from bearded old man, to bearded young one, to robed prophets and teachers from every era and culture, some recognizable, most not. Not only Jesus

and Buddha, but Martin Luther King, Jr., Gandhi, Chiefs Seat and Sitting Bull, Boudicca, Sacajawea, Hiawatha, Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, Isis, Osiris, Princess Diana, ancient crones with wisdom filled eyes, young heroes, maidens, priestesses … the figure takes the image, of all of these luminaries and many more. Each one an aspect of Divinity, the same Holy Light emanating from within the changing appearances.

As the images slow and begin to stop, the seated figure breathes in deeply, filling Her lungs. She smiles softly and on Her out breath, She opens Her eyes— and simultaneously looks out from the eyes of every person sitting outside the door to the inner sanctum, still waiting for their turn to see God.

As everyone opens their eyes and looks around, they smile.

Spontaneous laughter breaks out at the incongruity of recognizing themselves in the different disguises they are wearing.

Each then gets up and goes out into the world and about their business.

The waiting room fades out of existence as the desert sun sinks below the horizon.