The day began in clarity.
“Good morning, world! Thank you for the rest,” he cried. “You know who I am; I know who I am. I’m glad we had this chat; let’s get down to business.”
Harmonies poured from his soul — answers snapped to his fingers — his mind and body answered the call. This would be a good day. The doubt that often nagged him was today a minor nudge, and a little bit of anxiety never crippled anyone. In fact, he could shape a little bit of anxiety into a ball of excitement and hurl it like a knuckleball at a befuddled batter.
“To what do I owe this jubilant feeling?” he said with a satisfied smile.
“To whom,” boomed the voice of God.
“Oh,” he said. “Hello.”
“I have to say I am feeling — shall we say — neglected,” God said. “And, I might remind you, I am a jealous God.”
“Pshaw. You’re a loving God, a forgiving God,” he said.
There was a poignant pause. Then God smiled at him.
“Got me,” God said.
And off he went, God willing, to do good stuff.