Two angels talking about earth
What a mess.
What’s he going to do about it, then?
Dunno. You’d think he’d be pretty worked up about it. I mean, I’m pretty worked up about it. Look at them. It’s non-stop killing violence and wickedness down there. They are so good at wickedness! If I didn’t know better, I’d say they invented wickedness.
They didn’t. Lucifer did.
I said, if I didn’t know better. Of course I know who invented wickedness! Everyone knows who invented wickedness. Look at them! They screw everything up and then sit around in their smug armchairs with their smug friends drinking their smug wine and complain about how everyone else is screwing up everything.
I think he should junk this place and start again. He’s got 50,000 other planets to choose from.
I said that. I told him. I flew right up to his throne and I said, ‘God, you should junk this place and start again.’ Those were my very words. I mean, he’s got 50,000 other planets to choose from.
50,000.
50,000. He’s spoilt for choice.
Spoilt. What did he say?
He said he likes the place.
Likes it? It’s a tip! Okay, it’s got some nice bits – the Grand Canyon, Wales… but Earth’s got nothing compared to Ventron 4. Ventron 4 has plasma lakes. Plasma lakes!
I know, but he likes Earth. Nothing I say is going to change his mind.
If he hadn’t gone and made the humans in his image, he wouldn’t have so much trouble walking away. He walked away from Vorkia. Remember Vorkia?
How can I forget Vorkia? You won’t let me.
They were made in my image and he walked away. God walked away. Three million Vorkians made in my image melted in an instant.
The Vorkians has less intelligence than cheese! And they tasted worse.
I’m just saying. So what’s he doing with Earth?
That’s exactly what I asked him.
So what’s he doing?
Dunno really. He said he had a plan.
That’s it? He has a plan.
He didn’t say anything else.
That’s unfair! He’s got to tell you what he’s doing.
Um, no, he doesn’t. He’s God.
Oh, yeah… I bet he doesn’t have a plan yet.
Dude, he’s God.
Oh. Yeah. So What’s He Gonna Do?
I was down the pub the other night and Gabriel was there and he was talking to some friends—
That guy’s always talking.
Well, he’s messenger angel isn’t he? So he’s in the pub talking to some friends and he says he’s just back from giving a message to some Jewish girl named Mary about how she’s going to have a baby and she has to name him Jesus. Pretty standard stuff. I mean half the boys in Israel are named Jesus. But Gabriel’s getting all excited, so I listen a little closer and Gabriel says he told this girl that her baby would be the ‘Son of the Most High’. And that is a direct quote.
Son of the Most High? But that’s—
Exactly.
But but— But that’s— Do you remember that thing that went around the Angelnet a few years ago?
That was a hoax wasn’t it? Michael’s little brother hacked into his Wingbook account and made it all up or something.
No, but I remember some of what it said: ‘In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God.
Everyone knows that.
I know but then it also said: ‘The word will become flesh and live among the humans.’
And Gabriel said the baby would be the Son of the Most High!
Yeah, but eew! He’s going to become human? Why would he do that? Why he leave to be one of them?
I think that’s his plan to save them.
That’s just gross. And messy. And most people won’t believe him anyway. And the ones that do will get it wrong. It’s going to take thousands of years to sort things out that way, if it works at all! Which it probably won’t. I bet they will just kill him.
Oh look, they’ve started another war. Wanna watch?
No, too much violence just gets boring. Let’s go inside.
15 February 2009 Jeff Gill
tags: drama,
silly
