God is Alive

Once upon a time, there lived a powerful VP of a large insurance conglomerate. Down on his luck, he looses his job, most of his savings, and then to top if all off: his sweetheart. He lived in Beverly Hills, CA and was used to the most expensive things money could buy. Now down on his luck, he was lucky to be able to scrape enough change to buy himself a cheeseburger from time to time.

One day after a month or so of being unemployed: he decides he wants out. He still had enough to at least rent a small house, so he leaves expensive Beverly Hills and decides to move to Lancaster, CA; Lancaster was quite and very much 'as a matter of fact' kind of town as they say. Most people living in Lancaster were humble--unlike Beverly Hills! In Beverly Hills, people were very much about themselves, and only cared about money--nothing else! He wanted out, so he rents a small house in Lancaster. Unemployed, he decides he wants to take it easy for a while. His rent in Lancaster, CA is only $800.00 a month, vs $8000.00 for a nice apartment in Beverly Hills, so now he had a little more money to sustain himself with.

One morning, he wakes up and decides to go foraging for berries. His unemployment check was well over $3000.00 a month, so with rent being just $800.00 a month; for the first time in a long time he had enough to cover bare essentials....

During his walk, he hears a monk singing in the Forrest; the monk is singing songs about Jesus and God. It isn't long before him and the monk cross each other in search for berries.

"Who art thou?" asks the monk. "I'm Ernest." replies the ex-VP. "Thou art singing to thy God." Ernest says. "Yes, I find it easier picking berries this way, otherwise, time stays still." replies the monk. "A God? Very convenient! For once you have a God, you have little to be held accountable for." says Ernest. "I find believing in God, makes you even more accountable." replies the monk. "What does thou mean monk?" "Well, I suppose that if you believe in a higher source/power, then one must obey that higher source or power. By doing this, one is even more accountable believing in God than not believing in him--wouldn't you agree?" replies the monk. "Silly old hermit, thou has been hoodwinked by religion, and has been blinded to the truth that: "God is dead!" replies Ernest. "How can thou say that God is dead? Can a dead entity produce such beautiful sunrises or sunsets? Can a dead entity produce the sound of waves crashing against the coast. And trees, berries, and fruits? No, thou is wrong about saying that God is dead...." replies the hermit.

They both part friends. Now on his way back home the hermit thinks to himself: "How sad that this VP from Los Angeles doesn't know the truth: God is Alive...."