God’s Facebook
“Grandpa, do you have a Facebook?” Ted’s grandson tapped his knee.
Ted dropped the newspaper he was reading. There wasn’t anything interesting in the news. It was the same old story: the never-ending time-money-wasting political debates.
“What is it useful for?” he asked Ned. He felt conversing with the boy would was going to revitalize his energies drained by what he just read.
“…for connecting people and playing games,” the boy replied.
“Why do you think I should have one, Ned?” he tried to see if his grandson could offer a convincing answer.
“’Coz you can greet, poke, like and many other stuff to people,” Ned excitedly explained.
Article continues after this advertisement“How many friends do you have, Ned?”
Article continues after this advertisement“Uh…uhm…eight?”
“Who might they be?”
“There’s dad, mom, sis…,” Ned tried to recall the rest.
“Wow, that’s quite a lot! You even have a hard time remembering,” he chuckled.
“Oh, and my friends at school!”
“But if you have mom, dad and your siblings at home, why do you still need Facebook?”
“I dunno… just to have them…I guess?”
“You know what?”
“What grandpa, Ted?”
“I bet God has Facebook too!”
“Really?” the boy was amazed.
“Yes!”
“How many friends does He have, grandpa?”
“Gazillions! Everyone is His friend, but unlike you, He has only one account for every friend.”
“One account for every friend…?” Ned tried to follow what his grandfather described.
“For example, you have only one and not eight accounts for inviting your eight friends.”
“Then God is like my classmate Bradd. He has three accounts!” Ned interrupted.
“Why does he have three?”
“He sez, he wants the other two so he could stalk people,” Ned replied.
“That’s not very nice, is it?”
“No, grandpa,” Ned agreed. “Oh, I forgot that was supposed to be a secret! Please, don’t tell anyone, grandpa, okay?”
“Oookhey.”
“Why couldn’t God just have one account?”
“’Coz He loves every person so much that He wants to love them specially one by one,” Ted explained.
“Wow! That must be hard,” Ned said.
“Oh, but there’s more,” Ted added.
“What?”
“Well, he doesn’t view His friends through a computer.”
“Where, grandpa Ted?”
“In the heart of every person!”
“Does God also have a password?”
“That’s a bit tricky,” Ted scratched his chin as he thought.
“Why?”
“Because unlike us, who keep the password, God doesn’t want to keep it.”
“Why not?”
“He lets the person keep it,” his grandpa’s quickly answered.
“That’s weird, then how does God log in, grandpa?”
“The person must be the one willing the type the password, so God can enter and see what’s in his or her heart,” Ted gently tapped on Ned’s chest pointing at his heart.
“So it’s up to each one to allow God to see what’s inside?”
“Yup, that’s why you should never forget the password that God taught you.”
“What’s the password grandpa?”
“Hey, that’s supposed to be a secret between you and God!”
“Oh, that’s right,” Ned giggled.
“Now let’s start logging on with our Rosary, Ned!”
“Right away, grandpa!” Ted ran to his room to fetch his Rosary.
