Wednesday, November 08, 2017
Forever a Stranger or Ramblings from a Disgruntled Dreamer
"I picture God looking like the weatherman on Eyewitness News, Tex Antoine." "You picture our Lord, our heavenly Father as a weatherman?" The Rabbi, standing over six feet tall and looking down on me as I sat at my desk. "Yeah. He always knows how the weather is going to be. Only God knows the future, right?" "How dare you." "What?" "You compare Hashem with an actor? A weatherman?" "Is that wrong?"
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2017 at 07:13PM,
Freddy Zalta,
November 08,
prose,
stranger
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