A Conversation With God

I know what you’re thinking. How can I have a conversation with God, if I declared myself an atheist? Have I changed my mind? Did I get a vision during the night? NO! I am still an atheist but, after several comments about my imminent trip to hell, I decided to write about what would actually happen if the “God-fearing” people are indeed correct.

**In no way do I question the fact that “god” doesn’t exist! This post is entirely facetious.**

Here we go: That awkward moment when an atheist realizes that there is a God. Yikes!

The year is 2014. It’s September 26th, I am at an all time high because I just returned from my trip to Brazil to watch the host nation win it’s record sixth World Cup. It’s a significant day, the fifth year anniversary of my car accident. I sit down in front of the computer and proceed to write my reflection of the tragic event – the piece is amazing. (Humble, I know.) I prepare to post the finished product, but I am startled. Out of nowhere, thunder begins to roar in the sky. I quickly run to the window and lift the blinds; I marvel at the site. People seem to be losing their minds, running recklessly, trying to escape the massive lightening bolts which continue to strike the city. Cars are destroyed, trees are split in half, and telephone poles are knocked down; it’s pandemonium. For some unexplainable reason, I feel the need to have an unobstructed view of the sky; I climb on the roof. The thunder roars louder and the crackling lightning bolts strike closer. The only explanation I can think of is, Mother Nature must be on her period. (Honestly. That is exactly what I will think!)

In a dramatic show of defiance, I yell out, “come and get me ‘god!’ I do not fear thee. For I am your equal.”

Instantly, the sun zigzags in the sky. “This must be what Lucia, Jacinta, Francisco, and the people of Fatima, Portugal must have seen while standing in the field near Cova da Iria in 1917. This is my Miracle of the Sun.” I assume.

The sun moves closer, but I can’t feel the heat. I do my best to look away, but my eyes are fixed on the center. Slowly, a face begins to appear. I can see the mouth begin to move, and I hear a strong authoritative voice, “As the dog returns to his vomit, so the fool repeats his folly.”

I don’t even have a moment to take in the words. A massive lightning bolt, larger than any other that has been witnessed on earth, strikes me directly on the chest. There is nothing left of me…I no longer inhabit this realm. {You didn’t really think I was going to write about my death and not make it EPIC, did you?}

An incalculable amount of time elapses. I find myself, completely intact, standing on what I can only ascertain to be a nimbus cloud. There, directly in front of  me, is a giant. I roughly gauge his height to be six cubits, and he looks like he is obviously on the juice…and I don’t mean Natraburst! (The world’s best and most natural super foods blend!)

[I stare into his eyes.]

Me: “Who are you?”

God: “Come no nearer! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground.”

[I look down.]

Me: “What the heck. Sandals? What happened to the Jordans I had on?”  (Shameless plug #2. Hey Mike, if this blog grows a massive readership, I want to get PAID!)

[I look back up.]

Me: “And why are you quoting from Exodus 3-5? This is some freaky shit! First, the sun quotes from Proverbs 26-11, then, I meet a Giant who is also quoting from the Bible?”

God: “Quiet you imbecile! I am that I am.”

Me: “WHAT?”

God: “What don’t you understand? I’m God, you fool!”

Me: “God? Oh! You look taller in person.” [I can’t keep a straight face; he grows even more agitated, but I press on.] “Why didn’t You just say that? *Mocking God* I am that I am…what’s all that about?”

God: “You are already headed to Hell. Do you think it is wise to mock me?”

Me: “I’m going to Hell? What the Hell? What did I ever do to You?”

God: “Is that a serious question?”

Me: “Why do You keep asking me a questions? Shouldn’t you already know the answers…I thought you were all knowing?”

God: “I allow people to have free will. You make the choices and I will make the judgments. The fool’s mouth is his ruin; his lips are a snare to his life.”

Me: “Ok, You definitely need to come up with new material; that’s Proverbs 18-7. And why do You keep calling me a fool? Do You want to go to Hell with me? Need I remind His Highness of what you said in Matthew 5-22? ‘…And whoever says, ‘You fool,’ will be liable to fiery Gehenna’.”

God: “Clever! You’re laughing now but, he who laughs last–laughs best.”

Me: “That’s not from the Bible.”

God: “But I did invent it. It is I who is the inventor of all.”

Me: “What is all this, anyways? Why am I here? I thought I was going to Hell?”

God: “Oh, but you are my child! Before I send people to Hell, I like to converse with them.”

Me: “This is messed up! If I’m your child, why are you sending me to Hell? Can’t I go to my room, or be on timeout or something?”

God: “It is too late for forgiveness. I have already made my decision. So it shall be written, so it shall be done.”

Me: ”Really? You’re seriously going to quote Ramsey’s the second from the movie ‘The Ten Commandments?’ He wasn’t on your side, he was against Moses, remember?”

God: “Well, my good friend Charlton Heston is here and he always shivers when he hears me say that line.”

Me: “Hold on. If you have a sense of humor, why am I going to Hell? Didn’t you find some of the material funny? You have to admit, that Virgin Birth was hilarious.”

God: “Let me see. *tapping his index finger on his jaw and looking off to the left* You created a story in which Mary, the virgin-woman who I personally chose to be the mother of my son, is a common whore. I wonder why I don’t see the humor in that?”

Me: “Ok, I get it – you were pissed. Fine, send me to Hell; I don’t even care.”

God: “Before you go, I want you to answer me this? Why would someone who knows so much about the Bible, decide to be an atheist?”

Me: “Did you read that book? C’mon!” *Shrugs shoulder* “Why would you give me the ability to learn so much about the contradictions in the Bible, and the fallacies of the church, then expect me to still believe? You entrapped me, if you really think about it; isn’t that illegal or something?”

God: “I’ll look into it.” *a piece of parchment appears in his right hand, and a fountain pen in his left. He writes down some notes, then crumbles up the sheepskin and tosses it into a campfire which also appears.*

[I shake my head]

God: “You grew up in an extremely religious family; I gave you all of the opportunities to succeed, but you decided to leave the church. Why?”

Me: “Because you gave me the ability to use logic; how was I supposed to believe in your existence? There are people who grow up in remote jungles all over the world and they have zero ability to learn about you; how are they supposed to get into Heaven?”

God: “Easy…they’re not! The people who grow up in remote jungles are the one’s who commit unimaginable atrocities while they are on earth, yet stand before me and beg for forgiveness. In an effort to show mercy, I give them a second chance to gain entrance into Heaven.”

Me: “That’s cold, but I guess I understand now. But wait! What about all of the missionaries who risk their lives to teach the native people about the ‘Word of the Lord;’ doesn’t that ruin your plan?”

God: “Yes! Indeed it does. Those missionaries are always sent to Hell. Well, almost…I’m not going to send Tim Tebow to Hell!”

[I laugh]

Me: “Of course not! Everyone on earth knows Tebow is coming up here.”

God: “Yeah, St Peter is getting tired of being the gatekeeper; we’re just waiting for Tebow to come and replace him.”

Me: “Makes sense. I must say, you make it so difficult to get into Heaven. That’s one thing I’ve always wanted to ask…does the devil win most of the souls from earth?”

God: “Basically…it’s about 90-10.”

Me: “90-10? Wow! I knew it was bad, but I didn’t think it was that bad. So all of those people who went to church every Sunday and judged me for being an atheist, yet, lived ungodly lives…HELL?”

God: “Do you even have to ask?”

ME: “I guess I can at least take solace in that. *I nod my head approvingly* Since I’m here, I might as well make a suggestion. I’m going to throw this out there, if you don’t like it, you can throw it right back. The reason I think the devil is killing you, in the soul-gathering game, is your strategy; you need to rework your whole approach. I would say the main thing that you are lacking is a guarantee.”

[Crosses his arms and shakes his head.]

God: “Is that right?”

Me: “Yeah! Let me explain. You see, the devil doesn’t mess around. He comes out straight with it, ‘follow my example and I GUARANTEE you entrance into the kingdom of Hell.’ He doesn’t put any stipulations on it or anything. Straight up, real talk. It’s plain as day. You do evil, and he will accept you. You on the other hand, what’s with all the rules? I mean, someone can live a pious life, but make a few mistakes and not gain entrance into Heaven. People might as well be bad…at least you know what the outcome will be.”

God: “Sounds good to me! You chose the devil’s guarantee, so you know where you’re going.”

ME: “It’s OK; I don’t mind. Heaven seems boring as Hell. Excuse the pun. I’d rather be in Hell anyways, that’s where all the fun people are at! I’m sure it’ll suck at first but, after a while, I’ll adjust to the flames. Eventually, it’ll be on and poppin’.”

God: “I’d be lying if I said this conversation wasn’t amusing, but your time is up. Enjoy the heat! Oh yeah, watch your ass – they separate the men from the women down there!”

Me: “WHAT? That doesn’t seem fair for straight guys! You mean to tell me that I have to spend an eternity with a bunch of sweaty men? How come gay dudes get to be together?”

God: “What can I tell you…the devil’s gay! You should have considered that before you followed him.”

[I slowly begin to descend.]

Me: “Followed him? What are you talking about, followed him? I was an atheist, not a devil worshipper! Hey Big G! Stop this thing…we have to talk!”

God: “Have fun!”

Me: “FUCK!”

God: “Literally!”


Back to reality. That would suck ass! Too bad it’ll never happen!!!

“Thank “god” I’m an atheist” – Salvador Dali

Isn’t it ironic *Alanis Morissette singing in the background*


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Virgin Birth

The year is 2018. In February, upon attempting to create a faster space shuttle, NASA scientists discover the secret to time-travel. On April 18, the President of the United States deems the machine “tested and ready” for public viewing.

A team is assembled for the first official mission. Two astronauts are accompanied by three members of the United Stated Special Forces; an Army Ranger, a Navy Seal, and a soldier from the Psy OPS team. To his surprise, talk show host Maury Povich is asked to join and serve as the world’s journalist; he brings along a trusted cameraman. The seven men enter the time machine and wave to family members and television cameras.

The machine works flawlessly and the group disappears after fifteen seconds of spinning. Audiences all over the world wait patiently for the voyagers to return. Three weeks elapse before they reappear inside of the capsule. To the astonishment of the audience, the group is accompanied by a woman, her male toddler, and a man. As expected, everyone is whisked away quickly to an undisclosed location, for debriefing.

On June 23rd, after days of silence, Maury Povich hosts a televised special. The world will finally hear the information discovered by the group. Who are the people in the capsule? Where do they come from? Why were they chosen?

Maury Povich appears on the stage, seated in a chair, with three empty seats to his left.

Maury: “Welcome everyone. Today I will finally reveal the destination of our secret mission.”

[A loud cheer erupts, and the camera pans-out to a large crowd, seated in front of him.]

Maury: “The President of the United States insisted that Jerusalem, in the year 3ad, be the first official mission.”

[crowd applauds]

Maury: “I’m sure most of you are wondering about the identity of the three people that returned with us. The woman’s name is Mary and the man’s name is Joseph. The child is Jesus.”

[the audience gasps]

Maury: “That’s right. We brought back the ‘Holy Family.’ Apparently, everything that we know about Joseph is incorrect – he never believed Mary’s story about the birth of Jesus. The family agreed to come back with us in order to finally prove that Mary is telling the truth.”

[the audience applauds]

Maury: “Before I bring out my first guest, take a look at what she has to say.”

Mary: [yelling in Aramaic – subtitles appear on the screen] “I’m sick and tired of Joseph questioning my story. He knows that I’ve always been faithful to him and he knows that Jesus is the ‘Son of God,’ not the ‘son of one of our neighbors.’ When the test finally comes back, I want Joseph to kiss my ass.”

[audience applauds and screams] {video ends}

Maury: “Everyone please welcome Mary to the stage.”

[Mary walks out to audience applauding and sits next to Maury]

Maury: “Now let me get this straight. Joseph doesn’t believe your story about the Virgin Birth?”

Mary: [through translator] “Yes Maury. Ever since I became pregnant, he has been impossible. He knows that I would never hurt him. We have been through everything together and I need him to be supportive. He knows that being a virgin is important to me and I don’t know why he doesn’t believe me. I don’t understand why he keeps questioning me. Just because I never slept with him, doesn’t mean that I’ve been sleeping with someone else. Why would I sleep with some random guy? He knows that I was visited by the angel Gabriel.”

Maury: “This is crazy because millions of Christians around the world know about the Virgin Birth, and no one has ever heard anything about Joseph questioning it. It was always believed that he was supportive throughout Jesus’ life.”

Mary: “No Maury. He hasn’t been supportive at all. Every time we go anywhere, he constantly accuses me of sleeping with any guy who says ‘hi’ to me; it’s getting really annoying!”

Maury: “Well, let’s hear what Joseph has to say.”

Joseph: [also yelling in Aramaic] “I’m tired of Mary’s lies. She thinks that I’m an idiot, but I know that she has been sleeping around with men behind my back. As a matter of fact, I already walked in on her making out with some guy on our couch. She says that it was a moment of weakness and nothing else happened, but I DON’T BELIEVE HER! I can’t wait to get the test results so I can finally know the truth. And no Maury, I don’t need to get tested. I never slept with her…she’s a ‘virgin,’ remember.”

Maury: “Everyone, welcome Joseph to the stage.”

[crowd boos while Joseph walks to his seat]

Joseph: [waving arms and yelling to audience – in Aramaic] “You don’t know me. She’s a liar.”

Maury: “Now Joseph, what’s this I hear about you not believing Mary? For over two thousand years, Christians have always believed that you were supportive. When did you start having doubts?”

Joseph: [also through translator] “Well Maury, I started questioning her ever since I came home from work early one day, and found her on our couch making out with one of our neighbors. People always use to tell me that she was a whore, but I always trusted her. That day changed everything. I can’t trust her, Maury.”

Mary: “People make mistakes. It was only one time and I feel bad about it. I don’t know why you don’t believe me.”

Joseph: “Mistake? You’re being ridiculous. I’ve been with you from the beginning and you always tell me that I have to wait until your ready for sex, and to top it all off I have to find out that you are with other guys? I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

Maury: “While we were in Jerusalem, Joseph helped us compile a list of 6 men that he thinks may be the father of three year-old Jesus. We have DNA samples from the men and the results of the test are in. Today we will finally discover if Mary’s account of the Virgin Birth is true. Mary also agreed to take a lie detector test.”

[The audience applauds and an assistant hands Maury a folder]

Maury: “When asked if she loves Joseph, Mary replied ‘yes’ and the lie detector determined that she was…telling the truth.”

[Audience applauds]

Mary: “I told you. I don’t know why you keep questioning me.”

Joseph: “That’s just one question. I want to hear about the cheating.”

Maury: “Other than the one time Joseph knows about, have you ever had any sexual relations with any men? Mary said ‘no’ and the lie detector determined that…that was a lie.”

[crowd oos and aws]

Joseph: “I knew it! She’s a slut Maury.”

Mary: “No, I never did anything with anyone. It was just the one time. I swear.”

Maury: “Mary was asked, have you ever had sex with any man? she replied ‘no’ and the lie detector determined…that’s a lie. She had sex with more than 20 men over 100 times.”

[crowd boos]

Joseph: “WHAT! 20 fucking guys! You fucking-lying-bitch.”

[Mary runs off the stage. After several hysterical minutes, Maury convinces her to return to her seat]

Maury: “Is there anything that you want to say to Joseph?”

Mary: “It’s not true. I never did anything with anyone. I want to take the test again.”

Joseph: “Are you kidding me? All of a sudden the lie detector is lying? C’mon, give me a break!”

Maury: “We can give you the test again, but I don’t think the results will be different. Joseph, I know you’re upset but that’s not the main reason we’re here. We want to know who Jesus’ father is – that’s the important question.”

[an assistant hands Maury another envelope]

Maury: “I have the DNA results.”

Joseph: “Yeah, I can’t wait to finally know the truth.”

Maury: “In the case of 3 year-old baby Jesus, the first guy tested, a man named Lysimachus is…NOT the father.”

[Audience applauds]

Mary: “I told you.”

Joseph: “That’s just one guy. Let’s hear the rest, Maury.”

Maury: “The second man tested, a guy named Mahazioth is…NOT the father.”

Mary: “Do you believe me now?”

Joseph: “Let’s go Maury, we still have 4 more.”

Maury: “Now this next one is strange. These three men are brothers, and they live across the street from the two of you.”

Joseph: “Yes, and it can be any of them. To make it even worst, one of the brothers is named Joseph.”

[audience boos]

Joseph: “You guys don’t know anything.” [yelling in Aramaic]

Mary: “This is so embarrassing. I don’t know why he’s putting me through this. I would never cheat on you, Joe.”

Maury: “We tested three brothers, Barnabus, Zedekiah, and Joseph. In the case of three year-old babyJesus…neither of the three brothers is the father.”

[audience applauds]

Maury: [turns to Joseph] “Well Joseph, do you have anything to say. It’s not looking good for you?”

Joseph: “I don’t know Maury, maybe it was another guy that I don’t know about. Either way, I know she’s a whore.”

Mary: “I can’t believe you are acting like this. What happened to you?”

Maury: “I guess we’ll all know the truth after this.”

[audience applauds wildly]

Maury: “In the case of three year-old baby Jesus…the sixth and final man to be tested, a farmer named Lesu…IS the father.”

[crowd erupts and Mary runs off the stage]

Joseph: “I knew it. ‘God,’ my ass. I knew she was a lying-slut. I can’t believe this bullshit! All this time she was lying. This is messed up, Maury.”

Maury: [Maury grabs Joseph’s hand] “Listen Joseph, I know this is bad news, but you have to think about that child. I have a son in my house and I’m not his birth father but I love him like my own…you can still build that relationship.”

Joseph: “Are you crazy? Ever since we came to the future, all I’ve been hearing about is how Jesus is the ‘Son of God’ and how there are millions and millions of people who are Christians, because of him. And how this is the ‘Second Coming.’ The whole world should be pissed. That lying-slut has a lot to apologize for!”

[He runs backstage]

Joseph: “I can’t believe you did this to me…after all this time of not giving me any sex? Ah man. This is some BULLSHIT!”

Mary: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t want you to think I was a whore.”

Joseph: “WHAT? Not a whore? Do you realize that your lie created a freaking religion. I’m done with you and the baby! At least I’m not the only fool to believe your bullshit. There are millions of people who are going to want to say a few things to you.”

Mary: [yells out] “I’m Sorry, Joe.”

[Joseph starts to walk away]

Maury: “Joseph, hold on. Before the two of you leave here, I want you to sit with my counselor. This relationship can still be saved.”

Joseph: “No Maury, there’s no ‘saving.’ I’m done with her and her kid.”

[Maury looks into the camera]

Maury: “This is an unbelievable development. What will the Pope have to say about this? I’ll do my best to get the answers. Until next time, America!”

Do not be a following-idiot. He who is blind and follows faithfully, shall be led on a nonsensical journey.