Sitting at his kitchen table.
All he wanted was a fix, to get better.
When he tried to pray, all he got was a wall, a blank response, a bounced check.
“God, do you still love me? Or did I blow it this time?”
All he heard was a silence.
His ears were too deaf to hear his King’s still, small whisper.
“Yes, my son. I love you with all of my heart.”
Everyman threw his bowl against the wall. It cracked and fell broken to the floor. He screamed out, “Please come back! I can’t live like this anymore!”
His father whispered back, “I’ve never left you. Trust me, and you will live.”
But Everyman couldn’t hear. He didn’t even stop to listen. He just kept screaming his frustration.