An Irishman once told me
In all seriousness
That God is a morning person
And you have to get up early
To connect with God
Before God gets cranky
Or busy
Or whatever
Now I don’t think God dislikes mornings
God made them beautiful
But God also made the moon
And the stars
And the color black
And all of its different shades
And afternoons
Yes, afternoons are a good time too
But today it is morning
And early
And just barely no longer night
And my bones hurt
From an awkward sleep
And I can’t even find my wife
And God must not be expecting me yet
Because God knows I’m not a morning person
But even a sleepy heathen can cook up a cup of coffee and stumble across a cow pasture in a desperate and failed effort not to spill their coffee while being distracted by the sight of the breaking day’s first light spilling across the valley below where they catch a fleeting glimpse of their wife jogging on the beach and disappearing into the morning mist.
How does she do that at this hour?
She’s a believer
And I?
I can hardly walk
