Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Are there Celestial undertakers to attend to Celestial bodies? Celestial body snatchers? Celestial body shops?
We have reached the stage scientifically where we are facing a brick wall and we won’t get by that wall until we unlock the secrets of quantum physics, what we call miracles are happening all the time in that field of study.
I wish God would come back one more time and explain things, there are hundreds of questions I’d love to ask him, like what did he use to cure Lazarus from that massive hangover. But I don’t think he’ll be coming back to this shit hole of a planet after his last experiences here, one week (palm Sunday) they hail him as a King when he enters Jerusalem and the next week (Easter) they flog him to within an inch of his life then nail him to a cross, with hospitality like that who in their right mind would come back.
Talking about nails, an enterprising chap from Cork named Murphy owned a foundry producing all sorts of metal products but the fine sturdy nails they made were his pride and joy. He took out a full page ad in the national paper, it showed the crucifixion scene on top of the mount, the picture showed one of Christ’s arms down by his side and the caption underneath read “They didn’t use Murphy’s nails”
I’m indebted to Father Jack Kavanagh who told us that story in the vestry many years ago when we were altar boys, a fine and truly caring priest, never in bad humour and a very funny man, he was reported to the bishop several times for getting through the mass too quickly much to the delight of the males in the congregation who loved to get out quickly and down to the local on a Sunday morning, he was always invited to the weddings and he was loved by all the parishioners, they don’t make priests like him anymore. God be with you Jack (flash) Kavanagh.