Friends

Last night, I was with my dog into the forest to get some fresh air. The night was beautiful whit many stars illuminating the sky. “Oh my God, your work is so perfect.”

Suddenly my dog said, “I can’t understand why humans believe in God, if they never have seen Him before.”

Surprised I jumped, and said to him “Oh my God! You can talk.”

“Of curse I can talk, but the problem is you don’t know how to hear.”

My heart was beating very hard; my hands were shaking and he told again.

“Come on! Are you kidding me? Are you afraid of me? I’m your old friend, Sparky, your dog.”

“This is impossible; dogs can’t talk.”

“Now I understand why your girlfriend always is upset with you. You never listen,”he said ironically.

“No,no my God!” I said worried I had lost my mind.

“Why are you still talking to God, If he is not here with us? My dog looked upset.

“Because, he is my Lord,”I said to him.

“Come on, if I told you I can fly, do you believe that?

“Of course not.”

“Why not? You can see me. I’m talking with you. Where is he? Hey God! Are you here? I can’t see you,” he was ironic again.

You can see to Him in everywhere, in the trees, in the stars, in you, in me” I tried to convince him God was real.

“Bullshit!” he said. “You are talking about, evolution and genetics. You are talking about life, not about any God.

“Okay! so, tell me, who created all this. You? I asked sarcastically, laughing at him.

“ I don’t know who or what. But you know what? I can create many things for you in this moment. That make me Good too? He asked sarcastic too.

“Sure! But you can’t create life.”

“Find for me a beautiful lady and I will show you how to create life. “He chuckles.”

“My God! It’s enough,”I told him.

“Okay, tell me something. My name is Sparky, I have a name. Do you know his name?

I hesitated… “No! but everyone know he has many names,like, Yave, Jehova, Buda, Ala.”

“Bullshit!” He laughed at me. “You know why he doesn’t have a name? Because he doesn’t have a name! why? Because he is not real.

“I told you His names.”

“No! You told me the stupid things like human’s creative wars and controlling stupid people like you.

“Sparky!You going to burn at hell! Bad dog, bad dog!” I told him very mad.

“Do you know what? I don’t going still arguing with a monkey who believe he is a God’s son.”

That night was the night when I lost my best friend, My dog.

Friends

Last night, I went with my dog into the forest to get some fresh air. The night was beautiful with many stars illuminating the sky. “Oh my God, your work is so awesome. It’s perfect.”

Suddenly, my dog said to me, “I can’t understand why humans believe in God, if they never have seen him before.”

Surprised, I jumped and I said to him “Oh, my, God! You can talk.”

“Of course I can talk, but the problem is you don’t know how to listen.”

My heart was beating very hard; my hands were shaking and he told again.

“Come on! Are you kidding me? Are you afraid of me? I’m your old friend, Sparky, your dog.”

“This is impossible; dogs can’t talk.”

“Now, I understand why your girlfriend always is upset with you. You never listen,” he said ironically.

“No, no, my God!” I said worried that I had lost my mind.

“Why are you still talking to God if he is not here with us?” My dog looked upset.

“Because, He is my Lord,” I said to him.

“Come on, If I told you I can fly, do you believe that?”

“Of course not!”

“Why not? you can see me. I’m talking with you. Where is He? Hey God! Are you here? I can’t see you,” he was ironic again.

“You can see Him everywhere, in the trees, in the stars, in you, in me,” I tried to convince him about of God was real.

“Bullshit!” he said. “You are talking about, evolution and genetic. You are talking about life, not about any god.”

“Ok! So, tell me, who created all this. You?” I asked sarcastically, laughing at him.

“I don’t know who. But you know what? I can create many things for you in this moment. That make a God too?” he asked sarcastically.

“Sure! But you can’t create life.”

“Find for me a beautiful lady and I will show you how to create life.” He chuckles.

“My God! It’s enough,” I told him.

“Ok, tell me something; my name is Sparking, I have a name. Do you know his name?

I hesitated … “No! but everyone know he has many names, Yavne, Buda, Ala.”

“Bullshit!” He laughed at me. “You know why he doesn’t have a name? Because he doesn’t have any name! why? Because he is not real.”

“I told you His names.”

“No! You told me the stupid things created for humans for get wars and controlling stupid people like you.”

“Sparking! You are going to burn in hell! Bad dog, bad dog!” I told him very mad.

“Do you know what? I don’t going still wasting my time arguing with a monkey who believe he is a God’s son.”

That night was the night when I lost my best friend, My dog.