John and God, I, 2
JOHN: Hey God! Great camp.
GOD: You know it. (a beat) Something’s wrong?
JOHN: You can always tell.
GOD: Yep. What’s the problem, John?
JOHN: It’s selfish. I shouldn’t even think about it.
GOD: Nothing’s too small for us to talk about, John.
JOHN: Well…there’s this kid. He’s here at camp. We’ve been friends for years….
GOD: Yeah.
JOHN: But it seems like when we get around other people…like here at camp where there’s so much to do. …I don’t know. It’s like he doesn’t talk to me as much.
GOD: Lots of people at PAC.
JOHN: I know. I guess I need to understand that.
GOD: When does he talk to you?
JOHN: Well…I see him at lunch and he says Hi….then in the dorms at night. But that’s about it. Just a couple times a day . . . Am I being whiney?
GOD: I don’t know. Am I?
JOHN: You? No. God isn’t whiney.
GOD: When you’re not at camp…when do you pray ….when you do talk to me?
JOHN: Well…every night when I go to bed…then usually when I eat, and…(stops, realizes what he’s saying) . . . Uh-oh.
GOD: You brought it up.
JOHN: I know.
GOD: So…am I being selfish when I want to talk to you all day long instead of just at night at mealtime?
JOHN: No. Sorry.
GOD: We don’t have “sorry’s” out here. We just fix it.
JOHN: I get busy, don’t I?
GOD: Just like your friend.
JOHN: Sorry…I mean…Let’s just fix it.
GOD: That’s better.
JOHN: But sometimes…..sometimes I don’t know what to pray about. I don’t always know what to say.
GOD: How are you feeling?
JOHN: Huh?
GOD: How are you doing?
JOHN: Well…I don’t know. I’m a little bit tired, I guess. I had a headache this morning and I’ve still got . . . .
GOD: You’re praying.
JOHN: I am?
GOD: How’s your mom?
JOHN: Oh, she’s cool. I really missed my family at college last year and I hope I get to spend more time with them this summer.
GOD: You’re praying.
JOHN: Oh.
GOD: Anything bothering you?
JOHN: Well….I’ve got to make some money this summer….and I’m going on a trip and. . .
GOD: You’re ….
JOHN: Don’t tell me. I’m praying.
GOD: You’re praying. It doesn’t have to be big and fancy, John. Just talk to me. About anything. . . . Wouldn’t it be weird?
JOHN: What?
GOD: If you had to make an appointment to talk to me? If there were only certain times of day I’d talk to you?
JOHN: That’d be bad. I wouldn’t like that.
GOD: Then….well…how about you not treat me that way?
JOHN: Sorry.
GOD: What?
JOHN: I mean…let’s fix it.
GOD: Let’s fix it.