The Rapture

“Let’s face facts,” Sam was saying to me. “God exists, and we have outsmarted him. We know more about the world- about physics, about ethics, about medicine, even about poetry- than God ever did. We don’t need him anymore!” When suddenly, out of the whirlwind: “Um, guys! I wrote that almost 2,000 years ago. Just think about how much I have learned since then! Listen:” And the voice of God was the voice of silence, of echoes.