The Love God Again?

          "His God is God." Yul Brynner declares. Michael switches the tele off.
    "Okay. Moses kicked butt. But, how do you save people, who don't want to
    be saved?" Michael asked .. His mother Inga was on her phone talking with
    her lawyers in the next room. "Maybe, you can't. Remember the riot at Mt.
    Synod? That was after the escape from Egypt and the parting of the Red Sea.
    Moses broke the Tablets." Cloris answered. She was the maid and had been
    watching Cecil B. DeMille's movie. Michael put his hands on top of his head.
    "I want to use my powers for good. But, the world is too messed up to take
    me seriously. I'd have to do something spectacular. Maybe, break something."
    Michael put the DVD back in its case. Inga hung up the phone.

            "Sweden will not allow Israel to extradite you. Thank God. You
        were born here and are a Swedish citizen." Inga collapsed into a bean
        bag chair. She rubbed her forehead with both hands, "Please do not
        do anything spectacular."

    Tammy kissed Michael, "I don't know how to love him." She sang a line from
    the musical Jesus Christ Super Star. Michael snorted a laugh. "Mom. I have
    all these powers. God wants me to help people. What do you want me to do?
    Skying is not a lifestyle." Michael took a sip of Mountain Dew. Inga leaned
    forward and looked directly at her Son, "You are a clone of Jesus Christ. You
    are not Jesus Christ." She lit up a Tiparillo, "He was crucified." Inga leaned
    back in her bean bag and blew smoke at the ceiling.

        Michael sighed and looked at Brad Pit on his Entertainment Magazine.
    Brad looked angelic, almost like a prophet. He picked up the phone and
    dialed the magazines editorial 800 number. "Please, don't." Inga murmured
    still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah. Well, I'd Like to tell my story... Okay."
    Michael looked excited as he was put on hold. "There going to send a reporter!'
    he stood and shouted with a big smile. Inga blew more smoke. Tammy hugged
    him. She sang, "Wht's the buzz? Tell me wht's a happening?"


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                                        Show Business +


          Angelina Jolie sat down with Micheal on Inga's couch. She was wearing
    tight jeans and black socks. Inga insisted that shoes be taken off before
    entering her home. Michael tried not to be obvious, staring at her nipples
    under her silver turtle neck sweater. Angelina gave a wicked smile at his
    gaze.

              "I asked you how you can prove your a clone of Jesus?" she asked.
    Inga handed Mrs. Jolie the documents on Micheal's harvesting. Angie
    flipped through the documents. She smiled and made some notes.
    Michael sipped his bottled water. "Well. This is impressive. Can you change
    your water into wine?" Mrs. Jolie made Betty Davis eyes at him.
    Michael handed her a bottle water and it became red wine. "I don't drink
    wine." he smiled. Angie sipped and nodded in approval, "Very good."

          "I hope your article will be positive." Inga said and rose up from her
    bean bag.  Angie kissed Michael on the cheek. "Can you do something
    God like?" she continued. Michael closed his eyes and transformed his
    appearance to look like Angelia Jolie. Angie took a pic with her cell phone.
    "I wish you had picked Brad. I don't like looking at myself." she gave a
    toothy smile and an open mouth kiss to her double .. while squeezing
    Michael's breasts. "Ahem." Inga stood behind the couch with her arms
    folded, "He is only twelve." Angie made a silent laugh and covered her
    mouth with her left hand.

          "1 John 3;17-18, says, "Whoever possesses the world's resources
    and notices that his brother is in need and then locks his heart against
    him, how is the love of God within him?" Michael read. "Amen." Angie
    replied, "I would like to spend a few days here." Inga rolled her eyes
    and lit up Tiperella. Angie shag one and blew smoke out her nostrils.
    "You have no luggage." Inga added. "Michael my size." Mrs. Jolie smiled
    at Michael. "I-ehm, have many clothing." he blushed. "Oh? Yes. Thank you.
    Sarah." Angie gave a wide toothy smile.


    Reflections: Exodus 6:20; "And Amram took him Joch'e-bed his father's
                      sister to wife: and she bare him Aaron and Moses: and the years
                      of life of Amram were a hundred and thirty and seven years."


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