“The Archbishop was perplexed by his own state of mind. Maybe the shadow of age had fallen on him, he thought, maybe he had been overworking. But his nerve, which had never failed him failed him now. It came to him that he himself had not made a personal and particular appeal to God for many years. It had seemed unnecessary. Slowly he sank to his knees and put his hands together. “Oh God,” he began and paused. A sense of awful imminence, a monstrous awe gripped him. And then he heard a voice. It was not a harsh voice but clear and strong. “Yes,” said the voice. “What is it?” They found His Grace in the morning. Plainly death had been instantaneous.”

Sorta speaks for itself, doesn’t it?

Recently, I was watching a You Tube trailer for WATCHMEN, a movie I’ve never seen. In it, Rorshach, the tortured “hero” with an inkblot for a face, growls, “The world will look up and shout, ‘Save us’…and I’ll whisper ‘no.’”

I can’t think of that line without laughing. I can always find a real person to disappoint me, to not be there for me when I need him. No need to pay eight bucks at the theatre to underscore the fact, was there?

I think of the contrast between these fictional super-types and the real-life, real-time, real deal, the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. And the peels of laughter roll.

“I’ll whisper ‘no.’” Gimme a break!