After this second request from “God,” we noticed that Grandma had temporarily put her fork down and lifted her head, looking left to right to see who could have possibly said that to her.
Jeff once again repeated into the microphone, “That’s right. You heard me. This is God. Go to the light.”
Grandma looked around once again. She did not utter a word. As the silence lingered and she apparently did not see any angels or hear any harps playing in the distance, she simply shrugged her shoulders and resumed eating. When there’s food involved, Grandma just doesn’t have time to go to the light. God would just have to wait. Her food was getting cold and she was running low on salt. That was truly an issue far more urgent and compelling than dealing with God.
(Copyright. 2011. Ann E. Butenas)