13 GOING UP?
“Will we meet God?” Jay asked the question that bubbled in me too.
Gee rubbed his tattooed temples. “Guys, do you think God is some kind of doorman who just sits around and waits to welcome you with arms wide open?”
The elevator dinged.
“Well, doesn’t He?” Jay responded. “I’d imagine you’d at least get a meet-and-greet or something when you arrive in Heaven.”
Hands on hips, Gee stood between us and the opening doors. We tried to peep over his shoulders and the triangular gap formed between his arms and hips. “God is a busy man, fools. The chances of meeting Him are super low. He’s like the CEO of a multinational corporation. You’ll hear about Him all the time, but no one sees Him unless it’s at the eighth hole on the meadow.”
At that point, I wasn’t even concerned if I
