God


God

He who draws close to Me a hand’s span, I will draw close to him an arm’s length.
And whoever draws near Me an arm’s length, I will draw near him a fathom’s length.
And whoever comes to Me walking, I will go to him running.
    "Ok, so you’re God…"
    "Yes."
    "As in God…"
    "Right."
    "Old Testament, Tower of Babel, Burning Bush, Ten Commandments… God."
    "Well, I come off a little friendlier in the New Testament and the Quran… but yeah, same God."
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    "Ok, so let’s say you’re God."
    "Thank you-u-u-u!"
    "I want to ask you some questions."
    "No."
    "No?"
    "No. As a general rule I ask questions."
    "Are you… are you being snippy with me? God is snippy?"
    "Let me explain something to you, Joan. It goes like this.
I don’t look like this; I don't look like anything you'd recognize. You can't see me.
I don’t sound like this; I don't sound like anything you’d recognize. You see, I'm beyond your experience.
I take this form because you’re comfortable with it. It makes sense to you.
And if I’m being snippy, it’s because you understand snippy.
You get it?"
    "Sort of."
    "Good, because I’m really not snippy. I’ve got a great personality. You’d like me."
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    "So, do you just go around appearing to people?"
    "Mmm... minor correction: I’m not appearing to you.
You are seeing me."
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    "Let’s... let’s say you’re God..."
    "Joan, I am God."
    "Okay, let’s see a miracle."
    "Okay...How about that?" :
Tree
        "That’s a tree."
        "Let’s see you make one."

Joan of Arcadia