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  • "I'm scared," I say.

    "It's OK, sweetie. It's just angels bowling. It's just God moving his furniture around."

    "What if it is God falling down the stairs?" I ask.

    "God doesn't fall down the stairs, darling. Sometimes he just wants to move his bed next to the other window, or sometimes his dresser doesn't quite look right underneath the Rolling Stones poster, but the poster is hung so perfectly that he would prefer to move the dresser."

    "God can to fall down the stairs. Maybe he trips on a bowling ball. What happens when God falls down the stairs?" I ask.

    "I suppose that the world would shatter."

    "What is lightning?" I ask.

    "It's a light-bulb flashing and burning out in heaven, just before God falls down the stairs."

    "I knew he could fall down the stairs," I say. "I wonder why he keeps walking back up to the top given the light-bulb circumstances in heaven. I'll pray for him to buy a flashlight."
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