The Day God Came to Earth
Two theologically themed science fiction short stories.
These stories contain religious elements relating to the Christian faith. No offence is intended - or detected - by the writer. However, discretion in purchasing is advised for the more humour-sensitive.
"The Day God Came to Earth" - Two friends hear of an unusual visitor down at their local pub.
"Hymncoming" - A deaconess and her assistant are puzzled by a new church song.
Excerpt
(From "The Day God Came to Earth")
I WAS JUST GETTING my chops around a piece of jerk chicken when Patsy crashed through the front door. “Lola, what are you still doing here? Haven’t you heard?”
“Obviously not.” My lunch beckoned me with the aromatic flavours of Jamaican cuisine and of every other Caribbean island I’d never been to.
“Our God in Heaven’s on Earth! He’s down at the Marquis and Hounds in Warwick Avenue, digging into — of all things — the roast lamb special.” Patsy leant against the door jamb, clutching her asthmatic chest while I got my grammatical mitts around her statement.
“Roast lamb? Shouldn’t that be beef strudel or unleavened bread?”
She bounded over to give me a sharp poke in the ribs.
“Ouch! Hey, where are we going?”
Patsy rolled her eyes. “Come on, you backslider.”
My lunch and I found ourselves being dragged down the steps of the two-up two-down flat we shared in Pimlico. Ignoring my plaintive cries for sustenance, she shepherded me into the car, where she promptly bested Lewis Hamilton by pulling up outside the elegant Edwardian style pub in less than thirty seconds.
In front of The Marquis, the media, police, and a burgeoning crowd of placard wavers were jostling ruthlessly for space. Patsy stomped her way through those inquisitive unfortunates with all the finesse of a rhinoceros in stilettos, oblivious to the screams of agony left in her wake.
Inside, a bearded man of indefinable age sat at a table with a plate of gravy smears and a crumpled napkin before him. His skin was dark coffee, his hair ash blonde. He resembled Song Joong-Ki in both size and features. He also had what looked like an armadillo hanging off the back of his neck. But yes, there was indeed a halo of light around his head. A pint of Young’s best bitter had adhered itself to his left hand.