WHAT HAVE I BEEN SMOKING??
In a church, when I don’t press my palms together and pretend to
pray like everyone else, but just stare at that poor man hung on a cross
drenched in his own blood and pain.
Father: what do u look at,
so intensely child?
Me: I wonder father.
Me: whom do I pray for? Me
or this man hung up here?
Father: He doesn't need
prayers; He is the one who answers our prayers. He is the son of God.
Me: hahhaha father do you
really believe that? Look at him!!!! What have you been smoking? hahhaha
Father: (smiles) you are not a
Christian are you?
Me: how is that
any different from me being a Christian?
Father: what is your religion,
child?
Me: no. religion doesn't belong to me.
Father: oh! So you’re the
atheist types
Me: oh no, I have faith, I
have a lot of faith
Father: in what?
Me: in me, in my God. Well
he is actually not just mine, just that when he is with me he is all mine. I
talk to him every day, you know!
Father: (not quite following
me) so how does this God of yours look like.
Me: I don’t know.
Father: (peering at me with a
question mark expression)
Me: well, you see for some
reason he always walks behind me, and he once told me ‘never look back my
friend’, so I don’t know what he looks like but I know what he sounds like.
Father: how does he sound??
(Curiously)
Me:
a bit like my mum, I bit like my dad, a bit like myself and a bit like my cat
and sometimes he sounds like the birds in the woods. Makes me think he is a
very efficient mimicry artist. I complimented him once too, but he just laughed
it off.
Father: my child, what have YOU
been smoking?
Me: my soul ….it burns
every day father…every single moment I live, I smoke it.
P.S- no
offense to all the catholic friends. MERRY X’MAS
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