I went in search of the glory of the LORD. I went up the
mountain to find the presence of the Creator of the Universe, the Father of
Lights, the Holy and Eternal One. I climbed the hill, staggered up the steep
and treacherous path. I sweated and I bled because I wanted to see my lord.
And there, at the top of that high, lonely mountain, sheltered in the cleft of a shattered, broken rock, I cried into to the cloudless sky: “If I have found favor with you, show me your presence. Let me see your glory.”
But I saw only God’s asshole, smug and superior in his suit, his hair and teeth gleaming in perfection. He farted in my face and told me that his words were pure, direct from God himself.
I suppose I should feel blessed.
And there, at the top of that high, lonely mountain, sheltered in the cleft of a shattered, broken rock, I cried into to the cloudless sky: “If I have found favor with you, show me your presence. Let me see your glory.”
But I saw only God’s asshole, smug and superior in his suit, his hair and teeth gleaming in perfection. He farted in my face and told me that his words were pure, direct from God himself.
I suppose I should feel blessed.
(Exodus 33: 12 – 23)
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