Poetry: God was grieved

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God Was Grieved

St. Peter was quite sad and tired.
The workload had been tremendous
over the past week and now he
needed some time with God.

However, God had been absent
for a few days and had not responded
to messages as They usually did.
“God, I need to talk,” said St. Peter.

God stirred a bit and turned towards
Their great friend and gate keeper.
“Thanks for speaking up, Pete. We’ve
needed to hear from someone who
needed Us. Folks on earth seemed to
have gone their own way and the cost
has been great.  We are grieved, Pete.”
It was clear that even God was hurting.

“God, there are many, many children.
More children than we have ever received
so quickly at one time.
They are from many religions and practices,
they are from all directions.  They are all
sad and scared,” sighed St. Peter. “I decided
to let them all play together and just be
with each other. I hope that is OK.”

God was moved to tears.

“Oh, Peter, you knew what to do when even
We had been too stunned to respond. Of course,
it is OK that the children are together. Let them play
and heal. Even in the heavens there are scars and
they need each other.”

God was starting to smile
just a little. “We will come and join them. If only
their human ancestors had learned to let them play together
rather then sending them here, We and all the saints
would have been so much happier.”

And with that, God the Almighty went and played
hopscotch and three-sticks and the alphabet game.

Lonnie Buerge

Lonnie Buerge attends Rainbow Mennonite Church in Kansas City, KS along with his wife, Jan Hartzler Buerge. He has spent Read More

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