a guardian angel tenders her notice

a piece of god was in one of the lounges in heaven, playing a video game, thumbs crazy on the controller, tongue out and being bit. the aspect He chose was the classic sistine chapel adam-sparking jehovah, robed, long hair and beard, but looking oddly like george clooney.

maria alicia, guardian angel of a teen ne’er-do-well, entered the lounge and took a seat next to Him on the couch. she grabbed a controller and joined in the game.

and God said, “you’ve come to quit, alice?”

“yes.”

“you think you’re doing more harm than good? you’ve–” both players shifted their bodies to the right in sympathy with the action on the screen. “you’ve concluded that what you are doing when you alter physics to save your boy’s life is . . . enabling behavior?”

“yes. he’s caught on that he’s being helped. it’s just making him feel more invulnerable.”

“alice, i’ll accept your notice–” BOOM! went the screen. sad music marked the loss of another “jehovah” life. sixteen remained. “–but i’d rather give you a promotion instead.”

“promotion? to what?”

“Still, Small Voice. you get to stop saving and start nagging.”

alice’s countenance brightened and her halo pulsed in a divine ripple. “sold!”

the angel and the aspect continued the video game, both happier.