Meeting God

M. Stanley Bubien

I looked askance at him as he strode toward me, beaming graciously. "Face to face once again!" he bellowed with hand outstretched.

"My dear sir," I hesitated briefly before accepting his grasp, "you have me at a loss." A curt reply, though I nodded inwardly at the firmness of his handshake.

"Oh? We've met before. Name's God."

"Poppycock!" I stepped back. "That's my name!"

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