Now they say never shop when you're hungry, but if you didn't then you'd never get new food.
The trek from food to home is 2.1 miles. I never knew that before, but I just looked it up.
I'm going to take a random guess and say that I had hundreds of pounds of food because, honestly, that shit is heavy.
As I left the store I thought I heard thunder and soon after the rain started.
I didn't get too far before I dropped to my knees and prayed. As I said, food is heavy and there was no space in the backpack. My hands needed a break.
God, please give me the strength to make it through this, please don't let the books get water damaged, and please give me the patience to not go insane.
Amen.The rain turned to heavy rain. Then downpour. The torrential downpour.
Did I mention that I didn't have a coat?
Second prayer said while standing:
God, same stuff as before. Also, a ride would be nice. Amen.Trudging on while getting soggy. Dripping with sweat and rain. Frequent stops needed to give my hands a break from carrying the bags.
Suddenly, a car.
Random person I don't know is offering me a ride. (Thank you God.) Estimate 1.6ish miles left.
The ride is quick. The ride is dry. She gives me napkins to dry my face.
As I get out, having been delivered home, she tells me that god loves me. I agree. I don't always agree, but prayer was answered.
When I thank her she tells me to thank god, for he told her to pick me up. I don't know if this is figurative or literal. Certainly there are people who hear voices. On a certain level I envy the ones who hear the voice of god.
I'm well aware that that can lead to all kinds of trouble, hence the hedging of "on a certain level", and God (capitalized here because it's that particular god.) is a historically bad campaign adviser. Also, if God tells you to invade Iraq ... go down the checklist of when it would be reasonable to invade if God hadn't said anything (note well, the checklist's answer is that it is almost NEVER a good idea to invade anywhere, but there is that "almost" usually reserved for cases of genocide) if the checklist says no, tell God that it's not a good time.
That said, I imagine that there's probably a certain sense of purpose and certainty that comes from God telling you to do something, and it seems like that might be a better feeling than being adrift.
I, myself, am unconvinced that any god chooses to speak directly to people in this day and age. It seems to me that it would be too easily confused with a delusion.
Anyway, no idea if the woman who gave me a ride home meant that she literally heard god say, "Give that person a ride," or she meant it figuratively. I didn't ask.
I do think that she's earned the good graces of her god either way. While I didn't ask for specifics, based on where she's from, her accent, her race, and other such factors there's a pretty decent chance she's a Christian and was it not Jesus who said, "Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; for when I, in the heavy rain, was walking a long distance with a heavy load you let me into your car and drove me to my destination"?
The details might be somewhat off, but I think he said something like that. And the follow up is that whatever you did for the least of these, you did for him.
Now there is some confusion in this story because when I was praying to an all powerful benevolent god I was pretty sure she was female and it was a male god who told the woman to give me a ride. Possibilities abound, of course. Lonespark suggests that perhaps my god called in a favor with the driver's god. Another is that god is genderfluid, which makes a certain amount of sense. There are others too.
But all of this leaves me with a question. How does one thank God?
I've already said, "Thank you," of course. But it seems like there should be more to it. I'm kind of focused on the idea of pouring a libation but the thing is, most gods like alcohol and I don't drink it and thus don't have it.
Lonespark suggests that gods tend to like the same beverages as people.
Having learned the hard way that transporting liquids will wreck your body I purchased several powders so that I might transform water into more interesting things and thus have:
- Grape Kool-Aid
- Tropical Punch Kool-Aid
- Blue Raspberry Lemonade Kool-Aid
- Orange Kool-Aid
- Strawberry Kiwi Kool-Aid
Which do you think god(s), whichever god or gods was/were involved, would like?