Whose wine is it, anyway?

God skimmed through his inbox for the fourth time since morning. He had received no new prayer emails. His prayer box was full of reminders from various religious institutions and tons of forwards. The last one has sent him into a maddening frenzy. It had said: “It’s time you performed a miracle, you know, it’s becoming hard to glorify your past work and expect people to believe it. They want to see a miracle now.” God ignored the message and the reminders kept coming. Another religious head had sent a rather shady message with the subject line “confessions of a hypocrite” God didn’t open the mail. He couldn’t deal with the stress of it all. He drummed his fingers against his desk and began to brood. What’s with this generation? Don’t they have needs? Is it time for me to send a swarm of locusts upon them? He shifted uneasily in his chair and looked around hoping he hadn’t thought it out loud. He couldn’t let such destructive thoughts get the better of him. “Bad day?” Said ...