I woke up today, ready to blog. I really did. But, then.
I was brushing my teeth when the Rapture happened. I was pulled into the sky by the force of my faith. Who knew? I told God I was an atheist, and therefore not eligible for the Rapture, but he insisted. I had, he told me, allowed myself to be saved in my sleep. I had been born again in a dream.
That dream did slowly come back to me as I sat at God's knee. In patches. In impressions. I rarely remember dreams.
God told me that that was enough. It counted, my dreamtime sanctification.
This—my new residence in Heaven—is why I cannot blog today. There is no blogging in Heaven.
i don't care what god says, when i get to heaven i'm going to blog
ReplyDeleteby the way
when and where did i say i was going to post on the moviegoer?
i remember i did, but...um, when and where?
You never have. I assumed as much. It's in my nature.
ReplyDeletewhat's happening in heaven?
ReplyDeleteis saul bellow in heaven?
saul bellow: ha-ha
i don't know...what that means