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Monday, March 05, 2007
The Father knocks at my door, seeking a home for his son:
Rent is cheap, I say.
I don’t want to rent.
I want to buy, says God.
I’m not sure I want to sell,
but you might come in to look around.
I think I will, says God.
I might let you have a room or two.
I like it, says God.
I’ll take the two.
You might decide to give me more some day.
I can wait, says God.
I’d like to give you more,
but it’s a bit difficult.
I need some space for me.
I know, says God, but I’ll wait.
I like what I see.
Hm, maybe I can let you have another room.
I really don’t need that much.
Thanks, says God, I’ll take it.
I like what I see.
I’d like to give you the whole house,
but I’m not sure...
Think on it, says God.
I wouldn’t put you out.
Your house would be mine and my son would live in it.
You’d have more space than you’d ever had before.
I don’t understand at all.
I know, says God, but I can’t tell you about that.
You’ll have to discover it for yourself.
That can only happen if you let him have the whole house.
A bit risky, I say.
Yes, says God, but try me.
I’m not sure—I’ll let you know.
I can wait, says God.
I like what I see.
something i found on someones blog
