Yesterday, I asked God:
“Just how many times are you going to save me from myself?”
God’s response seemed suited to a different inquiry:
“I already have.”
Seeing as God knows me so well,
I didn’t feel the need to respond with grace:
“What the heck does that mean?”
God smiled broadly and winked when he told me:
“My dear one,
when I died on that tree
I saved you for all eternity.”