Ellie: Hi God.
God: Ellie.. .good to see you again.
Ellie: It’s PAC!
God: Sure is.
Ellie: My best time of year.
God: Me too. And I’ve got an even better seat than you do.
Ellie: Okay. . . something really funny this morning, Lord.
God: What’s that?
Ellie: This morning when we were helping the campers register?
God: Yeah?
Ellie: This was this girl. . .it was so funny. Oh, wait a minute. She’s out here right now. I better not tell it.
God: Oh, go ahead. We’re at PAC. It’s a good place to laugh.
Ellie: Okay. I hope she doesn’t get mad. There was this girl. . .she was a first-time camper and she came up to me and I said, “Do you have any questions” and she said, “Yeah. What is PAC?” I mean, she was standing right there at camp and she asked what PAC was.
God: What’s so funny about that?
Ellie: She was at PAC, Lord! And she asked me what it was.
God: So what did you tell her?
Ellie: Huh?
God: She asked the question so what did you tell her?
Ellie: Well. . .it was kind of hard to answer.
God: Like Kyler and his Magic Chair?
Ellie: What?
God: You’ve never heard of Kyler and his Magic Chair?
Ellie: Am I hearing you right?
God: Kyler! Come on up here and bring your magic chair. (Kyler grabs a chair and comes to near Elllie)
Ellie: (to Kyler) You have a Magic Chair?
Kyler: Sure do.
God: Just watch this, Ellie. Kyler’s Magic Chair can be a lot of things. (Kyler acts out each of the following as God describes them, moving the chair to be the various objects) It can be a chair. . . (he sits) . . . It can be a mountain . . . (he stands on the chair) . . . It can be a boat. . . .(he sits and rows) . . . .Or an airplane. . .(he holds the chair up and makes wings of it and flies) . . . Or maybe his Magic Chair can be a hurdle. . (hurdles it) . . .or a beautiful girl . . . (he hugs it) . . .or maybe a 1957 8-cylindar Chevy coupe with mudflaps, a turbo-charger, white wall tires with a Dolby 8-speaker stereo system, spinner hubcaps, and a bobble-head doll of a puppy dog glued to the dash. . . in red. (Kyler looks at the chair, then looks up at God. Thinks a minute, then picks up the chair again and hugs it instead.)
Ellie: I love it.
God: Thank you, Kyler. You’re a good boy. (Kyler bows and exits.)
Ellie: That was cute. . . but uh . . . just one thing, Lord.
God: Yeah?
Ellie: What the heck did it mean?
God: What was Kyler’s Magic chair?
Ellie: Anything he wanted it to be, I guess. (a long beat) Oh. I think I get it.
God: That’s PAC. . . whatever you want it to be. You can sit and watch. . .or you can jump in with both feet.
Ellie: That sounds like you, Lord.
God: I think you’re getting it, Ellie.
Ellie: The closer I get to you . . .
God: Yeah?
Ellie: . . .the happier I am. My life with you. . . it can be anything I want it to be.
God: I think you may be on to something there, kid.
Ellie: (a long beat, then) It’s good to be back, Lord.
God: And I’m even happier than you are, Ellie.
Ellie: Know where I’m going now?
God: Where?
Ellie: Right back there. I’ve got a Magic Chair waiting for me. (she exits)