I have this little fantasy about dying one day, going to heaven, or wherever God holds
post-earth-life Q& A sessions, and finally learning what it is all about. After years to consider and hone one question I will ask God if I am granted such an opportunity when my Thom Rutledge life has run its course, I have decided upon that precise wording: “What was that all about?” That is what I will ask God if given chance, and that is what I ask God in my little fantasy.
As I step up in line, ready to ask my question, I am of course betting that answer will be something to do with “…and greatest of these is love,” (The Apostle Paul, 1Corinthians, Ch 13, verse 13) or “in end, love you take is equal to love you make.” (The Beatle Paul, Abbey Road, Final Track) When I reach front of line and ask my finely tuned question, God replies concisely, as God tends to do both in my imagination and in real life. Here is conversation: (Don’t blink; it goes by really fast.)
Me: What was that all about?
God: Cars and money.
Me:Crap!
This little scene serves two purposes for me. First, to entertain my very-easy-to-entertain self, and second, to represent my fear of missing point. The fear of missing point is a very legitimate fear. In fact, it may be only legitimate fear.
In continuing wake (read: tidal wave)
