The fourteen year delay at the 4144 Galaxy intergalactic wormhole station had put God in somewhat of an inpatient mood. He was supposed to be home on the first of January 2000, but, upon arrival at the wormhole station, found that a nearby planet from the Coma Berenices constellation had been sucked in and had caused a fourteen year delay in both directions. He was very much looking forward to presenting himself to his people on planet earth. It had been two thousand years since he had presented himself in the form of Jesus Christ. He felt then that his people needed a moral guidance. Their societies were becoming more complex and thus their challenges more demanding. He knew his holidays were coming up and he didn’t want to leave without first presenting the world with a moral compass; a compass that they could turn to in his absence should they feel lost without him; for he was a responsible god and did not want to return to a morally derelict society as he had done after his previous vacation.
Finally after fourteen years of sitting on the station platform, and many coffees later, the wormhole was unblocked and God was able to travel back to earth. A fourteen year delay followed by a five second journey through the wormhole, and God was home. The whole journey through the wormhole God had been pondering, with excitement, the possible achievements of his people. He was sure that, in the two thousand and fourteen years since his last visit as the profit Jesus Christ, the world would be an almost utopian paradise. God was still realistic, he knew humanity was not perfect, but he believed much of the earth’s ills would have been resolved. He was certain that in his time away the people of the planet would have realised that Earth was designed to provide for everyone and everything in it and that it could fill this function with a surplus.
He imagined a serene world, a planet free from violence, war, weapons and brutality. He pondered a free world, where humanity worked together as equals to provide the necessities of life. He imagined a fair world where all humans, animals and plants were treated with equal respect, regardless of their origin, purpose colour or function. He imagined a flourishing world where no human went without food, medicine, shelter or warmth; where no habitat was exploited, where the seas where bursting with life, where the trees were filled with life, where the sky was full of life, a place where all forms of life coincided peacefully and in harmony. He was truly excited to once again walk amongst his people, but this time as a quiet, impressed observer. He would no longer preach to his people, in fact he even hoped they may teach him something; something beautiful about humanity that he had yet to realise. Maybe they would surpass his expectations.
How do you think God will feel when he arrives home?