Saturday, October 22, 2011

After the Apple

NOTE:  Lighthearted Blasphemy Ahead









       God wasn't having a good day.  However, reneging on His Forever Open Door policy was never going to happen, so when Archangel Michael messaged Him an angel was seeking audience, God sat up straight and nodded permission.
       "Presenting Angel M. Istake," rang out Michael's voice.  The Heavenly Host sounded their golden horns as the Angel hustled past.  In moments he was before the Throne of God, where he prostrated himself on the steps of silver.
       "Let Us not be so formal, Angel," came the Voice of God.  "Get up, son."
       "Thank You Sir, and thank You for seeing me on such short notice."  Eagerness lit up Angel Istake's face as he drew forth scrolls from his robes.  "I think I've a got solution for the Tree of Knowledge problem, Sir."  The Angel held out the scrolls for God's perusal.
       "Give the apple teeth?  Nice work, son; elegant," said God, "but you're a little late."  With a wave of His hand, the clouds parted and showed Adam and Eve being evicted from the Garden.  "Make sure that gets on the Cloud Server; it might come in handy later."
       "Oh, Lord, I'm sorry about this," the Angel cried.  "I really tried to get it done in time, but everything seemed to go wrong."
       "Hey, don't sweat it," said God.  "You aren't perfect."  God rose from His throne and stepped beside the Angel, placed His arm around the Angel's shoulders.  "Maybe you'd like to do Me a favor with another project?"
       "Anything, Lord!" blurted the Angel.  "Whatever You need, Sir."
       "No need for all the 'sirs' and such, son, " spoke God.  "We're all in Heaven together, aren't We?  You just call Me Yahweh, and I'll call you - what did you say your name was?"
       "Murphy, Sir, I mean, Murphy.  Murphy Istake."
       "Well, Murphy, I'm thinking of installing a new set of rules on Earth," said God, "something to encourage humanity to think things out a little more carefully in the future."
       "Wonderful, Sir, I mean Yahweh.  I'll get right on that," said Angel Murphy.  "I should have something to Beta test by tomorrow."
       "Outstanding, son.  Like your attitude."  God slightly smote the Angel's shoulder.  "What to you think about naming this project Murphy's Law?"


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