God comes to my house

Anyone who knows Kadizzle knows he is not a religious person in the traditional sense.  So why does God keep sending a disciple to the home of Kadizzle?  A few years back when God decided to strike Kadizzle with prostate cancer The Commander told the neighbor Kadizzle seemed down and out from the anxiety of cancer.  The neighbor told his pastor and one day the pastor showed up on Kadizzle's doorstep.  Among the locals Kadizzle is considered an orthodox athiest, so this was a bit of a strange event.

Over the years the minister has returned many times.  We sit on the deck and discuss everything under heaven.  The minister is a very learned man, and the conversations are pleasant and fun.  The honesty and integrity of the man are refreshing.  Any man that sees all people as his flock to the extent he goes outside his franchise to help those who do not participate is probably accomplishing the goals set out for him by his faith.

Last night the doorbell rang, and it was God's representative to Kadizzle making a house call.  It did not take long before we were drinking wine and enjoying the fine evening on the deck.  From a Christian standpoint Kadizzle might as well be a Muslim, a Buddhist, or a Rabbi.  However, it makes no difference when God comes to my house, that is how it is supposed to be.  We sit, we talk, we solve the world's problems, we drink wine, and we sometimes sail together.

As we talked one of our basement dwellers came back from work.  Kadizzle knows Cory likes to talk philosophy, religion, people, and life, so Kadizzle waved Cory in to partake of the wine and conversation.  So the night went on with ideas flying from about as diverse a universe as one could imagine.  The evening finally came to an end and Kadizzle sent the pastor home with a bottle of wine.   How much better would the world be if religion were conducted this way.  What if there was no church, what if there was no set time, no music, no prayers, no collections, and all the regular trappings of religion?  What if people just sat in the kitchen and talked?  So if God comes to your house invite him in, give him some wine, and enjoy life.  God never wanted you to be afraid, live in fear, or be unhappy.  God just wants some good conversation, and perhaps to spread some enlightenment.