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There comes a moment in every person’s life when they wish
there existed such a thing as a time machine.
Or a cosmic reset button.
Or
whatever ingenious gizmo which would allow you to go back in time, perhaps just
a few seconds back, and undo, re-do, do-over those few short, ridiculously
fleeting moments. I bet nobody in the entire universe would even notice!
But you… you can sigh a big sigh of relief
because the world is back again on its axis, merrily spinning around oblivious to
the cosmic catastrophe which has just been averted.
There comes a moment in every person’s life, even an atheist’s
life, when they wish there existed a God who could, at least for an instant,
bend the stupid rules of the universe, and for just a few short, ridiculously
fleeting moments reach down and undo, re-do, do-over those seconds.
And you can sigh a big sigh of relief because the walls of
your life are not a crumbled mess around your feet but safely pinned up and held
together by the pretty pink-and-blue flowery wall-paper, peeling
notwithstanding.
With the strip of wall-paper in my hand, and the pieces of
dry wall around my feet, I am firmly planted in that very moment.
I am a former atheist praying to God with all my heart to show
me the reset button or send me a time machine that would keep my hands off that peeling wall-paper and off that wall and my world could go back to spinning undisturbed
on its wobbly axis.
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