Beggar: God, I've been starving here for days now. I don't even have strength to go through my neighborhood's trash cans for leftover foods. Why are you letting me suffer like this? If you are God, truly are the so-called "God of Love", then get me some bread!
A stranger walks by and hands the beggar a chinese food box.
The beggar stares at the steamy shrimp-fried rice within the box. His fingers shake violently as he tries to use the chopsticks to pick up some rice. His lack of strength and ability to use a chopstick properly makes the process of eating the rice a challenge. Nonetheless, he soon empties the box. He then stares up into heaven and growls.
Beggar: God, I asked you for bread, not some silly Chinese food that I could barely finished. Seriously, you couldn't just give me bread?
Amused by the beggar's responses, God descends down to him. The beggar is stunned and shocked at the sight of God, scared out of his wits that the God that he had just been complaining to had descended down upon him. He stumbles backwards and slams down against the cold, hard cement. He stumbles backwards, trying to stand up and run away, but his legs give out every time he tries to do so.
God: My child, why do you run away? You called out to me, and thus have answered.
Beggar: What... Well I never ASKED you to COME DOWN. What... what do you want with me? Don.. Don't you have something more important to do up at heaven?
God: Oh trust me I do, but you've been asking the most amusing questions that I just had to stop and come down to talk to you.
The beggar cannot stop his jaws from opening ajar. Is this some kind of joke? I haven't even smoked in weeks. Why is this happening to me?
God: Child, I assure you this is not a joke. And seriously, do you have to lie to yourself? It's been about an hour since you had your last joint.
Beggar: How... How did... How did you know?
God: Oh I don't know, maybe it has something to do with my ability to create the universe before you can try to take that rusty, blunt butterfly knife from your left pocket.
The beggar takes his hand out of his left pocket.
Beggar: Seriously... what do you want from me?
God: Nothing really. I just want to know why.
Beggar: Why what?
God: Why did you accuse me of not giving you bread, instead of thanking me for giving you food?
Beggar: Well.. Well, it's cause I asked you for bread, not for chinese food!
God: Really? So you'd have thanked me if I actually provided you with bread?
Beggar: Well, of course!
God: No. You would have then angrily growled at me again and told me, "If you have the power to provide me with bread, why can't you provide me with something better? Honestly... Bread? You couldn't just have given me some chinese food or something?
The beggar shook his head in denial and dismay. He thought for a moment and realized what God said would have been exactly what he would have said if he were to have received bread instead.
Beggar: Pl--Please... Just... leave me be. Leave me alone! Get away from me!
God: No. You asked me questions all your life. I've answered every single one of them. Now it's my turn. So I'd suggest you lean on that brick wall behind you. This may take a while.
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