Thor’s Day

Perhaps I’ve gotten too used to just hanging out with God. Yesterday he showed up in the form of Thor, the Norse God of Thunder and just by walking into the room nearly scared me to death. There’s something about seeing an old world God in all his magnificence that lets you know just how wimpy the image of Christ can be.

After I got over the initial shock we got along fine. Before long we were singing the old folk song, “If I had a Hammer,” and having a grand old time.

Before he left, Thor offered to help me hang some pictures, but it was all too easy to imagine his massive hammer punching the nail in one side of my wall and right on out the other, so I politely turned him down.

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