My friends found this article, entitled "StreetTalk: How Do You Envision God?," in our local newspaper. This is part 2 of 2.
Chris Cella, a sculptor, says:
"God is like a good pair of shoes or a good hat. It makes you happy, walking through life with a good pair of shoes and a good hat. God is a creation. Happiness is a creation. I'm happy, I'm here."
(I swear the picture of this guy looks like a hippy Jesus!)
A.J. Miller, a second-grader, says:
"I imagine a nice, handsome young man like Ricky Martin."
(Young, blond hair, your average second-grader...)
Daron James, a sales rep, says:
"The picture I get: human features, long hair, bronze-colored skin, probably about 5-foot-10-and-a-half, maybe 185 pounds. Just a normal guy, someone you'd see walking down the street -- in downtown Harlem."
(This guy looks like he goes to Harvard. Btw, he has bronze colored skin and long hair.)
Dale C., a truck driver, says:
"There's no actual picture that we define God by; that's what people hold in their heart. God is a spirit, but he's real. Once there were many gods, and they were all playing over marbles. One of these gods stood back; he kept his mouth shut and watched the other gods play, and then he made his move. That god was our God, the one that won in the marble game."
(I think this guy lost his marble game.)
Barb Lombardo, interior designer, says:
"Well, it's not a man. I think it's a spiritual being that is sort of a light, fluffy-cloud, happy-sky creature, certainly not anything dark and ominous."
(This is a cheery looking woman.)
Lexie Korba, student, says:
"Honestly, I don't believe in God, but if I did I would envision a crusty heap of garbage oozing rancid sandwich dressing. It's got little pink bunnies poking out, looking around, and it's emanating the sound that cicadas make when they die."
(I don't know what to say about this girl. She has this competely evil look in her eyes, like she is dying to meet, or be the Antichrist. She goes to Meramec by the way.)
After reading this article, my friends and I were never the same again. I remember laughing my ass off. Others laughed, too, but most were speechless.