There was a knock at the door and suddenly the lights went out.
“It’s the end of the world!” said Maura, devotee of Jeanne Dixon.
“We need to pray.” said Peter. At 16, Peter had found his way into a youth group.
“First we need to confess,” said Father, a lapsed Catholic.
“I’ll go get my cell phone.” said Thomas, I just downloaded “The Virtual Vatican.” Thomas had doubts, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
“Let’s just answer the damn door and check the breakers!” said Sonya.
Last year Sonya had come out as an atheist. Two years ago, she came out as a lesbian. The year before that, as Bipolar.
Sonya answered the door. Nobody was there. She checked the breakers. None of the fuses were blown.
“I tell you, it’s the end the world!”
“Let us pray.”
“Father, forgive us, for we have sinned.”
“Where’s my damn cell phone?”
“You guys are nuts.” declared Sonya. ”I can’t wait to post this on my blog.”
“YOU ARE A BLOGGER?” they all exclaimed.
Sonya just smiled and quietly brushed a strand of hair from her face.
