"Yes, I've learned that much. So, is it possible to talk... ah, conference with God?"
"Here, as you know, everything is possible. It all depends on what God feels would be most beneficial to do at any given time in his everlasting day. Well, as usual, he's listening in. Here comes one of the clouds that he often hangs from and, as you are presently wont to say, streams and skypes through... Ah, perhaps you ought to start with something light, to see if he feels like conversing with you."
As a luminous, whitish cloud filled my monitor, a jovial voice boomed from my Harmon/Kardon speakers, "So young earthling, I see from your vitae that you have done radio talk shows. Here's your chance to do what you practice below on the universe's most powerful frequency high above the clouds you think you know," chuckled the god-like facial images that covered most of the jingly cloud while morphing into different skin colors, sexes, and jovial though scary looks.
Finger of God
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"God, some of my earthly friends are concerned, because I'm not going to church anywhere nearly as much as I did when I was younger."
"Yes." God softly booms as I perceive what sounds like a chuckle, "Are you concerned about your attendance card?"
"Just how important is it that I go to church and pray to you a lot more?"
God's cloud jiggles a bit as I hear him say amidst his
chuckle, "Wondering about your demerit card now? Let's see..."
Then his cloud turns to a 3D flashing view through the galaxies until it focuses in on our myopic blue-green earth. "If I remember correctly, among the galaxies and universes I threw together, on earth we've planted those religious stories that revolve around Christ, Mohammed, Krishna, Confucius, etc. And you were mostly exposed to the teachings of Jesus. Incidentally, how do you like the depictions of Jesus portrayed on our cloud-based monitors?"
"They are wonderful, but they all tend to look different."
"Of course, do you think I am limited by the stories I can
have my creatures make up about my work throughout my universe? And limited by the physical features I can bestow on my heroes and heroines?
"If they weren't different, you wouldn't have choices to make. If you didn't have choices to make, we couldn't assess the goodness of the choices you make. The choices you make, determine the actions you undertake. The goodness of the actions you take in the limited time you have determines whether Gabriel opens what you earthlings perceive and describe as the Pearly Gates, which some of you expect and pray for in the progression of what you know as life."
The God cloud rollicks back and forth and a chuckling sound emanates as the God-like voice adds, "Do you understand the logic of that? Understand where the quality of your action and choices may logically lead in what you earthlings conclude may be Judgment Day?"
As Gabriel interjects, "God is asking what he already knows to try to impress on you earthlings the importance of logic in determining what you do. Obviously, he has been 'concerned of late' over how little you earthlings have been using the gift of logic he bestowed upon you, as well as all the research tools from learned scientists, philosophers, thinkers, and writers conveyed through books, textbooks, internets, Googles, and the organic and luminescently encased Apples He's let flower upon your planet."
"So," the powerful but gentle voice boomed from the morphing God cloud, "young man with the loving dog with the lap dancing magically wagging tail, let me ask you a few Buddhaesque questions.
"Look into the distance beyond this cloud at the wonders of my galaxies, the brilliant colors and life teaming in my evolving universe. Do you think that in all this I have limited myself to creating sentient life only on your Earth? "
"It would seem rather limiting for you, sir. So, I figure you could have splattered lots of life throughout your universe."