Wisps of a sweet pungent, grey smoke wafted up from the incense sticks Simon had just placed before the the shrine of Fles, the personal god and protector of Simon and his house. As long as Simon could remember, he and his family always had served Fles. Most of his surrounding neighbors had elaborate shrines dedicated to Fles except his coworker Thomas. On his way to work, Simon pondered his friend’s strange customs. What’s the deal with Thomas? Walking into the drab gray office, He greeted his coworkers with a friendly smile as he quickly moved to dedicate his day at the office to the diamond carved god in the beautiful gold inlaid shrine – Yenom, the ruler of the gods.
The thought enraged Simon, “How dare Thomas blaspheme the gods! Doesn’t he realize that he brings the wrath of the gods upon not only himself but on us as well? Doesn’t he understand our customs? He grew up here! Maybe I’ll talk to him; I bet he just isn’t aware of the joy of the gods’ favor.”
The phone rang loudly on Thomas’ desk as he was just filing the last blue-tape report for his boss. Thomas thought, “I sure hope this isn’t gonna be long because I’m clocking out in two minutes”
“Hello? this is Thomas… Hey Simon! How ya doin? … Ya, I’m just finishing up work here … Oh, well, I appreciate the offer but I can’t. … Yeah, lunch tomorrow at Krapp in the Box would be great! See ya then, Bye!” Thomas met Simon several months ago at Ding Dong’s Donut shop down on the first floor of his office complex. Simon then had recently moved from up north and notice Thomas reading Of Grammatology in DD’s Donuts, an unusual book for someone to read but a subject Simon found fascinating. Of course, they instantly struck up a conversation about the subject and quickly became friends.
“But Thomas doesn’t serve the gods!” he exclaimed to Suzzi. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out of … isn’t that right, Suzzi?” Suzzi was his favorite priestess at Munitalp Bulc the massive temple complex for the god Noitacinrof, wrongly yet often called Xes for short. “I’m gonna talk to him tomorrow about some of these things. I bet Thomas secretly serves Noitacinrof. I mean how can you not if you’re human!”
After the increable steak dinner, Thomas hugged his wife tenderly and held her hand. “Thanks for the awesome dinner,babe! You really picked some good cuts for me to grill on our beatup red charcoal grill… Please pray to YHWH for me tomorrow.. I’m gonna have lunch with my friend Simon. Remember him? He’s my coworker that helped us out when we had that flat tire on Coal Street. I really enjoy talking with him because he’s so thoughtful and kind but I don’t think he knows YHWH.. Maybe YHWH will give me an opportunity to talk about the gods and things like that. I’m sure he’s noticed I don’t serve them… He asked me to go to Munitalp Bulc … you know the Platinum Club. I know he thinks I’m a freak for not coming… But.. well.. I think you and I have a good reason to be (a)theist….”
(to be continued if i’m not too busy with school/work in the next weeks)