Coffee With God

By Col Hellmuth

sfgenreI awoke to the sound of someone rummaging through my bedside drawers. I looked up and saw God — at least that’s who he said he was when I challenged him/Him. Presently my wife stirred beside me.

“I’ve found God.” I said.

“That’s not like you, dear,” she mumbled, knowing I am not a religious man and promptly fell back to sleep.

I arose and suggested to God that we/We (?) adjourn to the kitchen, as I was feeling a little uncomfortable about Someone sneaking into my bedroom unannounced and I had a couple of questions to ask:

“Why are you in my house?” for example.

“I am everywhere.” replied God simply.

“Everywhere?” I countered.

“Well, actually, I’m squatting in a flat on Phoenix road, at the moment,” God clarified. “Terrible place. No air-conditioning, no cable television, no broadband internet. Nothing.”

I had never heard of broadband internet or cable television — whatever they were — and air-conditioning was a luxury my working class salary would never accommodate. I peered through the doorway to the lounge room and noticed a tangle of cables in the space where my VCR used to be. God noted my expression, and shrugged.

“Times are tough.”

I then registered that God was lugging around a rather large nondescript bag; for want of a better word: sack. The sort of sack my childhood mind would have pictured Santa carrying. I suggested that, pending the return of my video recorder to its rightful place and removal of all uninvited deities from the premises, I may be persuaded not to telephone the police.

“See what I mean?” replied God, “No-one believes in me any-more.” He looked genuinely despondent. I put the kettle on.


“So what’s going on here, God?” I inquired as I handed over a brew.

“I move in mysterious ways,” He replied.

“Do you ever give a coherent answer?” I challenged.

“It is the question that is of importance, the answer always differs depending on who is asking,” God replied, managing not to answer the question again.

“Why do you need to steal from people’s homes — if you are indeed God as you insist?”

“Oh, this is just a temporary vocation, last week I was a stripper.”

I sipped my coffee slowly as I reflected on this.

“Why can’t you just will a VCR into existence instead of nicking mine?” I asked.

"I’ve retired from Creating — bad back and all that — there’s no worker’s compensation scheme for Gods, you know. I don’t even get a pension.”

“So you live along with the common people?”

“That’s right, and I have to eat too you know, if you don’t eat you don’t …”

“You’re telling me — ” I interrupted, entirely unconvinced, “— you have no control over the functioning of the universe you claim to have created; that you are in fact bound by all the limitations of Man — allegedly created in your own image; you live amongst us in poverty; remorselessly break the rules you commanded us to live by. Yet you call yourself God.”

“I only created the universe,” retorted God defensively, “I never claimed it came with a warranty, and it's not like I’m making any royalties off it or anything.”

I started to raise an eyebrow, changed my mind, and instead reached for the kettle again. The last thing I needed in my kitchen at two in the morning was an angry divinity — except for maybe an angry crazy person, who thought they were a divinity.

At two-thirty the police arrived. I asked if they wouldn’t mind removing my video recorder from God’s sack of contraband before they carted him off, and they obliged.
God seemed disappointed but not resentful at my lack of faith. He remained silent throughout his arrest and caused no further trouble. However, the ongoing commotion woke my wife once again. I heard her unsteady footsteps moving down the hallway to the kitchen door. She peered, bleary-eyed through the door-frame as I introduced her to God.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, still half asleep, “we already met — just last week.”

This time I raised my eyebrow fully, and God winked at me before the two constables bundled him out the front door and escorted him, grinning, to the waiting paddy wagon in the driveway. “See you later, Warren.” said God, and I was left contemplating as the patrol car drove off: how he could know my name?

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Col Hellmuth

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I live off grid in the Daintree rainforest in Far North Queensland.

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