Driving down the highway the other day I saw a billboard that informed me that when I die, I will meet God.
I got to thinking about just how that conversation might go. I suppose the gist of it would concern how deserving I was; whether I was of sufficient character to join the heavenly host, whether my behaviors during my biological existence made me eligible for other-worldly benefits.
Would I be asked, I wonder, if my behaviors were reasonably upstanding, my thoughts of a benevolent if not pristine nature. Of course God, I assume, would have the answers to those questions and was playing a bit of a game with me to determine how I might spin the narrative, but, in honesty I would have to respond that in my opinion I fell into at least the fiftieth percentile of heavenly applicants evaluated on the basis of intent to contribute, on the one hand, or exploit, on the other, my fellow man.
So, if God scores on a curve, I guess my odds of reaching the great beyond aren’t too bad.
