Found God in my closet today, waiting patiently. It’s Good Friday. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I opened the door and there he was. I said you snuck up on me. He said well you’re kind of skittish; a little sheepish. I said life’s been hard. He said that happens. I said what do you want. He said I got something for you. I said eternal life? He said besides that and handed me a comic book. Our Army At War #241. I read the date, February 1972. I remember this, I told him. I was six. He nodded. Your little brother had just been born. I said life was bad. You hadn’t started wearing shoes yet, he said. That was pretty good, we said in unison.
I flipped through the book and stopped on the story in the back. I nodded and said you have been at work a long time. He said I love you, guilty as charged. I said what do you want me to do with this. He said help people remember, to see me, to open the door. They all have closets. There’s something I want to give them. It’s not a comic book is it, I said. He said no. I said you’re not going to scare them, are you. He said not if I don’t have to. I said okay I’m in, I’ll do it. And I’m just going to leave this door open. He said I appreciate that.