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God's Day Off
Category:
Spirituality
Publisher: Exposure Publishing
ISBN-10: 1846851718
Type: Fiction
Pages: 156
Copyright: May 30, 2006
"A very funny, both as in humor and strangeness, book."
God is said to have created everything in six days. He is said to have rested on the seventh. These times are metaphors for aeons. Perhaps the seventh day is still happening, and that God is still resting. Is it possible that man has set his heart on destroying everything that was created while God's back was turned?
We wake up to natural disasters almost on a daily basis. The tsunami in Indonesia, the devastation of New Orleans and the earthquakes in Pakistan are major examples of the alarm bells going off.
Perhaps the Creator is angry with mankind for polluting the oceans, cutting down rainforests, filling the atmosphere with carbon dioxide and preferring to go to war with no good reason.
Our choice is simple, either we clean up our act before Monday morning or we tempt a fate that is unthinkable.
This novel follows the spiritual change in a man when he meets somebody who has adopted an illicit way to bring about changes in the corrupt hierarchies of Government, business and religion.
EXCERPTS FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER
Settling down on my towel, my thoughts returned to how the World might have been fifty thousand years ago when man was a developing force rather than a dominating one. The balance was different. Like our sand fort, the efforts of people would be eroded and taken away by the strength of nature. Even now those four elements of the Universe are able to dominate. The fire of volcanoes, the water in tidal waves and floods, the earth when split by quakes and the incredible bursts of energy in hurricanes and tornadoes. When these phenomena occurred they would treat concrete and steel with the same scant regard that the waves gave to the sand-castle. The tsunami that happened in Indonesia, the devastation of New Orleans and the earthquakes in Pakistan were major examples. Then, church leaders doubted the existence of God because he had not prevented them, even though they had been brewing for years. Those were the very things that had created oceans and mountains millions of years before. They were the continuing building labourers of our planet. Did the churchmen believe that God should now leave us free from Nature’s inherent progress?
'Why is it so hot?' I moaned.
'Because we’re in Italy in the summer. We wanted sunshine and warmth. We've got it. Stop complaining and go to sleep.' Was her reply.
'For God's sake, I only asked.'
As I slipped into sleep, I had a feeling that meeting Annan was one of those coincidences that is more closely related to fate rather than chance.
By mid-morning, we had carried two umbrellas, two poles, two sun-loungers, four towels, one ball, one Frisbee, two inflatable beds, two litres of water and a bag of assorted sun creams down to our few square feet of sand. Having established camp, we cooled down in the sea.
'How much stuff do we have to transport every day? I feel like a refugee. Carting stuff through sand that burns my feet is not fun.'
'Who do you think God is?' I repeated, noticing my own unconscious shift from what to who.
'He's the original super power. He, or She, made the world and its inhabitants and then gave the responsibility for looking after it to men. Thinking about it, He must be a man because a female God wouldn’t have trusted men. She would have let women do a better job.'
I ignored Miriam’s comment. 'OK. Do you think we are more civilised now than when we were first running around on the plains of Africa?'
‘Tomorrow morning! We want to talk about getting me a bit healthier than I am. I think he might be some sort of holistic doctor but I can’t get any information out of him about himself. It’s weird. I called him a genie earlier and he made a joke of it.’
‘He probably has less experience of the inside of a bottle than you do.’ Miriam quipped as I poured a large glass of wine.
I wondered what the favour that he wanted would be.
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