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It worked... it really worked!
Nov. 15th, 2007 10:31 amSo it would appear that our Gub'nors impromptu rain dance/hoe-down for Jesus on the steps of the Capitol earlier this week did not go unnoticed by higher powers.
For behold! On the third day the Lord finally got around to watching the prayers he had Tivoed from his beloved planet Earth and was indeed impressed by the supplications he had witnessed from the chief of the obscure little tribe called Georgia. Moved by these heart felt pleads the Lord, (though tired from a full day of having juggled a cluster of black holes, sheparding a herd of nebula clouds through a baby galaxy, erecting a new constellation along the edge of forever along with having to appear in a coffee stain in Mexico City for five minutes), decided to take the time to help the blighted region -"After all" - he thought - "surely there were no people more deserving of his aid in the entire realm of his kingdom" (meanwhile somewhere in Darfur... "Ummm a little help down here, please. Anyone? Hello... hello... is this thing on?").
And so he scooped up a big old bank of rain clouds that were hovering over the Atlantic, held them over the state of Georgia and gave them a good squeeze, ringing them out, ye...as a man would ring out a sponge over his dirty dishes... and thus it rained over the city of Atlanta!
Now because that faith over fact thing is ever so important*, the Lord cleverly arranged for this miraculous event to have been predicted by the mortals known as meteorologists, so that this miracle could be doubted and through this hurdle of doubt a true believer would make a Kierkegardian leap of faith where upon the Lord would catch them. This was known as the 'Holy Trust Fall' and was a little something He picked up when he took a community college theatre course in the early 80s (Just because he's God doesn't mean he doesn't have a life outside your faith after all).
So the Gub'nor smiled smuggly upon his kingdom, with a wisdom one part James Frazier and two parts PT Barnum, knowing indeed that Man's innate need to reconcile themselves with a higher power went hand in hand with the fact that not only is a sucker born every minute... but that more importantly they voted every four years!
*-Remember the Babel Fish from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and how their existence proved God and hence wiped him out in a "poof of logic"... yeah, its kinda like that!
For behold! On the third day the Lord finally got around to watching the prayers he had Tivoed from his beloved planet Earth and was indeed impressed by the supplications he had witnessed from the chief of the obscure little tribe called Georgia. Moved by these heart felt pleads the Lord, (though tired from a full day of having juggled a cluster of black holes, sheparding a herd of nebula clouds through a baby galaxy, erecting a new constellation along the edge of forever along with having to appear in a coffee stain in Mexico City for five minutes), decided to take the time to help the blighted region -"After all" - he thought - "surely there were no people more deserving of his aid in the entire realm of his kingdom" (meanwhile somewhere in Darfur... "Ummm a little help down here, please. Anyone? Hello... hello... is this thing on?").
And so he scooped up a big old bank of rain clouds that were hovering over the Atlantic, held them over the state of Georgia and gave them a good squeeze, ringing them out, ye...as a man would ring out a sponge over his dirty dishes... and thus it rained over the city of Atlanta!
Now because that faith over fact thing is ever so important*, the Lord cleverly arranged for this miraculous event to have been predicted by the mortals known as meteorologists, so that this miracle could be doubted and through this hurdle of doubt a true believer would make a Kierkegardian leap of faith where upon the Lord would catch them. This was known as the 'Holy Trust Fall' and was a little something He picked up when he took a community college theatre course in the early 80s (Just because he's God doesn't mean he doesn't have a life outside your faith after all).
So the Gub'nor smiled smuggly upon his kingdom, with a wisdom one part James Frazier and two parts PT Barnum, knowing indeed that Man's innate need to reconcile themselves with a higher power went hand in hand with the fact that not only is a sucker born every minute... but that more importantly they voted every four years!
*-Remember the Babel Fish from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and how their existence proved God and hence wiped him out in a "poof of logic"... yeah, its kinda like that!
