Of the qualities God must own,
constancy would be one,
maybe number one.
We want a God to be
yesterday,
today,
tomorrow,
forever the same.
Reliable dependability.
Patterns
of predictable behavior.
No tolerance for variance.
No changing the rules mid-game.
What if the sun shined green for a change,
or water ran up hill to shake things up?
Would that be a problem?
And for whom?
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Einstein and God walked into a bar,
joined a game of chance,
picked up the dice
and rolled,
three tries each.
Einstein hit double boxcars every time.
God tossed;
4 & 2, 3 & 6,
& snake eyes.
God stood up and left in a mood.
Einstein sat down at the bar next to Henry David Thoreau.
“Foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,”
Thoreau muttered under his breath.
“But what about my search for the unified field theory?
I’m looking for order, everything in agreement all in all.
Einstein asked. “Are you implying I’m small minded?”
“I’m just saying,” Thoreau replied,
wiping beer foam from his upper lip.
2015