Is This the Right Question?
“The Man upstairs, if any, will be kind to me. Never mention God to me again.”
Our fisherman-neighbor on Cape Cod was packing 550 pounds of squid he’d just caught, and this was his reply to my asking him how it is between him and God. The occasion, last summer, was my commiserating with him on the suicide-death of his son…
….and, in the same cavalier conceit that God, “if any,” is grandfatherly-indulgent rather than fatherly-disciplinary, at the funeral of a scoundrel I picked up the buzz that “He’s gone to a better place.”
How did the pink cloud of this sentimental amorality descend upon us?


