My life has taken a few interesting turns since I shared my meetings with Jesus in the park with my fellow monks in Pizzaonia. Of course, they all think I am crazy and maybe they are right – at least by Pizzaonian standards.
At the time of my revelations to my fellow monks, I was also Supreme Pizzaonian of all of Pizzaonia. That made it very awkward for them since they could not just sweep me under the rug.
So I was allowed to become Bureau Chief in Worldonia (United States) for the Pizzaonian News Service. This allowed me a modicum of continued respectability and everyone in Pizzaonia saved face. It has worked out well for both of us.
The monks reasoning was simple. In the beta-world of Pizzaonia, a land of peace without wars and strife, my idiosyncrasies seemed bizarre. But in the United States they might just overlook my seemingly unacceptable behavior.
They concluded since the United States exists in a world that allows and condones the existence of war, poverty and suffering that could be alleviated but isn’t, and also seems to thrive on blatant, individual selfishness and narcissism – maybe a person who meets with Jesus in the park would not seem so bad in comparison.
Maybe they are right. Either way it seems like a reasonable solution. As for me, I was able to rationalize my behavior easily. Since Christians believe in a living God they pray to and talk to at least in their thoughts, why is it so strange to believe He can choose to visit with whomever He chooses?
This is not as exclusive as it may seem at first glance. It seems He is quite willing to meet with anyone who actually believes it is possible to meet with him – it seems he enjoys the opportunity when it presents itself.
Like so many other things, we believe, but we don’t really believe. That has always been the problem for all of us humans from the beginning of time. We created God for ourselves. He created us for other reasons.
Till my next report for the Pizzaonian News Service,
Brother Giovanni.
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