SOBEY’S PARKING LOT 2:22pm
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
“Excuse Me, I found This Purse
in The Parking Lot. I didn’t
look in It.”
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“Excuse Me, I found This White Purse
in The Cart Corral. I didn’t
look in It.”
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“Excuse Me, I found This White Purse
in The Emergency Cart Corral. It might
have A Bomb in It.”
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“Excuse Me. I found This White Bomb
in The Emergency Cart Corral. I didn’t
set It off.”
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DVD — God is Trapped
We Have To Get Him Out
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
I think you should set it off and blow the walls off that corral!
If God is the bomb, then who or what is the purse? And even more important, who the hell is managing that corral?
I know, who is that manager? Is it all of us? Can we all be managers? Or is everything divinely unfolding, endlessly, with these endless questions? Aaaaaa!
“DVD — God is Trapped
We Have To Get Him Out”
CAPTURE
Mary enjoyed going to the little Sunday school every Sunday while her mummy and daddy stayed on in the big church for the sermon. She thought “Jesus first, yourself last, and others in between” was very clever, because it hid a secret important idea inside a small word and used its letters to help you remember it. She knew what “joy” meant. It was sort of tingly and friendly and made her smile and want to jump about. Singing often made her feel joy. One of her favourites was “Jesus wants me for a sunbeam”. It had a lovely tune. She knew about sunbeams. She had sat in them on sunny days, or stretched out her hand so that a sunbeam would fall on it. Sunbeams were warm and friendly. She sometimes thought about what she should do to be a sunbeam, if that was something Jesus wanted her to do. She wanted to do something for him. He sounded so nice, always helping people or explaining things to them, giving them food and making them better when they were ill. She wanted to be like him when she grew up. She would be warm and friendly like a sunbeam, help people and look after them. She smiled at that thought and, yes, it did make her feel joy. She understood! She decided she would listen carefully every Sunday to what the teacher was saying and see what other important ideas she could learn.
One Sunday morning, after singing and a prayer, the teacher started to talk about God. Mary found the things she was saying very interesting and tried to understand what she was hearing, but she wasn’t quite clear about all of it. When the teacher finished her talk she asked the class if anyone had any questions. Mary put her hand up.
“Yes Mary.”
“Is that right, that God is everywhere in the whole world?”
“Yes, that’s right.
“So is He even here, in this room?”
“That’s right.”
Mary picked up the empty jam jar that was sitting on the table in front of her. They were going to do some painting later.
“And is He even in this jam jar?”
“Yes, Mary. That’s right.”
Mary clapped her hand over the top of the jar, sealing it tight.
“Got Him!” she exclaimed with a big smile.
– From The Book Of Guff.
Thanks Ben, for this. I think I am trying to get God out of Trapped Humanity, but I don’t know if I’ve got a finger (or hand) on It yet.
A worthy project to pursue. Here’s enough perspective.
LOOKING FOR GOD
The Old Prophet went up into the mountains in search of God, and there he had a great Realisation.
And when he returned again to the tents of his people, they gathered round him and said, “Tell us, O Prophet, what manner of creature is this God?”
And he looked at them for a long moment, deep in thought.
And finally he said, slowly and unblinkingly, “God is a verb.”
And behold, the people bowed down and worshipped dictionaries.
– From The Book Of Guff.
Well Ben — I was JUST about to go take a SHOWER when this message pooped (typo I’ll keep!) onto my screen — so here I go — into the Literal Shower where I suspect God, in one form or anther, might be hiding.
Lurking in the shower. Does (s)he have no sense of decency? For shame! 😛
Yeah I wondered, briefly, if God could be a Voyeur.
What else? 😉