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(Well, what would you do?)
enter the car park at the supermarket. It’s busy. You negotiate the series of chicanes, straggly shrubs and discarded trolleys. Will you find a parking space before sundown? You scour the rows of cars looking for a gap. ‘There’s one!’ No, it’s one of those dratted Smart cars. Eventually you give up looking for empty spaces and begin tracking the movements of shoppers as they return to their vehicles. Creeping down a row you start stalking a woman with a single carrier bag. She spots you waiting as she fumbles with her keys. She flashes you a nervous smile then ducks into the car. Three minutes pass (it seems like ten). ‘What is she doing in there?!’
At last the exhaust pipe shakes and the reversing lights flash on, then off, then on, then off, then on. Hesitantly she edges back. Boiling. Blood boiling. Finally, having almost hit your car twice, she is on her way. You check your mirrors and prepare to manoeuvre into the space. In that split second a young lad comes haring round the corner in a battered Fiesta, swings into the empty bay, your space, and disembarks before you have time to remember which stalk makes the horn work. ‘No! No! No! No! NO!’ Divine retribution. Oh, for a bolt of lightning right now! What would you do if you could be God for a day, a week, a year?
Have you ever wondered – if there is a God up there somewhere – why he isn’t doing more to improve your life? Maybe he could whisper something about love and generosity into the ear of your bank manager. Or perhaps he could somehow turn the volume down on those noisy neighbours (or better still, whisk them away to Siberia).
If you’ve ever looked heavenward and
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by Lee Gallaher
