A Day in the Life
November 19th, 2008A DAY IN THE LIFE OF BILLY CHRIST
6:42 A.M
I woke up to a brisk chill in the air, threw on my Terry Town Kimono robe (Oh, so comfy!) and spent a few minutes gazing out upon the gorgeous cityscape of Downtown Atlanta. Bypassed first carafe of Communion Wine in favor of a hot chocolate/coffee blend the Missus favors. Warmth is bliss!
6:58 A.M
It would appear that the economic news has not improved, though the fantastic trio of Fox News keeps me in stitches! I believe today would be a good day to pursue the matter of adding additional days of Offering with Donald and the Council. If I am not mistaken, it would seem prudent to have more opportunity for our followers to Offer to God in these times of struggle. Nothing increases the wealth in life like a good Offer to God!
7:28 A.M
I am at my desk. I have thirty-two minutes before Arvin shows up. Ooh, a crossword puzzle!
7:58 A.M
Arvin will be here in two minutes. I can’t finish the crossword. I need a five-letter word for “sacred religious text”, third letter is a ‘b’. Perhaps I’ll come back to it.
9:03 A.M
Conducting a meeting with the disciples. Judas has expressed his desire to be more active on the blog, detailing what he refers to as “The fashion-minded Christian in the Modern Era”. I have no idea what he means. Phillip is offering me candy corn again. I’ve told him how the flavor dilutes the flavor of Communion Wine, but he persists anyway. Thomas is a bit out of sorts today, feeling especially doubtful about the prospects of the future. Matthew and Arvin are hammering away on the pressing matter of public perception of our financial significance, and how we might do what they call, “Proactive Assessment of Functional Belief,” and it’s relation to tithes. I will have to ask to see Arvin’s notes later this afternoon. I am distracted by the Entertainment Weekly story about this Vampire movie that is coming out. I hear it is rather a delightful tale, if not altogether heatheistic.
10:53 A.M
Is it lunch time yet? I need a small bit of food. Maybe Ruth’s Chris? I could use a good sampling of beef. Perhaps not. I need to showcase my lighter side and embrace conservative spending and refrain from gluttony. Maybe I’ll try that new Brazillian place in town. Fogo something or another? I hear that it’s a wonderful place for families and that they have a delightful salad bar. I’m sure they have small portions on the menu. Perhaps I’ll see if Arvin would like to go.
12:47 P.M
Note to self: Brazillians do not believe in small portions. I need Tums.
1:03 P.M
Making the round of calls to the Southeastern Team of God’s Favorite Church. First Tampa, then Orlando, then Jacksonville, Birmingham, Nashville, Atlanta (though I’ll be there tomorrow, so maybe I’ll skip it), Charleston, and Asheville (the smallest of our group, but oh so beautiful!). We will be discussing possible ways to increase attendance and the upcoming renewal of public television contracts. Oh, how our Pastors despise dealing with the networks!
1:05 P.M
I am waiting for Mary to come back from lunch. She has to show me how to work this infernal new phone again.
1:11 P.M
Called Mary and told her that I needed her help working the phone. She asked me where I was. “Silly girl,” I said. “Where do you think I am?” She said that I must be in my penthouse, since I would most certainly not be calling her from the office phone I needed her to show me how to use. Touche, Mary! How true! Onward I go!
2:01 P.M
Brother Meenass from GFC Asheville has suggested that we institute weekly live chats through our website that I can participate in. He felt that it would encourage greater activity from today’s youth. I’m not quite sure I understand the mechanics of sitting before a computer and trying to talk to someone through it, but he seemed rather insistant that it is feasible. Though I dread the thought, I may have to go down to the fifth floor and chat with the IT boys. I might need to take Judas with me. They seem less snarky when he’s around.
2:59 P.M
I really don’t like the fifth floor. Tomorrow, I’ll ask Mary to go back down there and ask them again to explain the Chat thingy. She seems to know how to make them talk in a way I can understand.
3:33 P.M
The snack machine is broken again. I will complain to the Council. It would seem that Christ should be able to get a snack without having to holler.
3:46 P.M
Received a call from the newly elected President of the United States. Well, actually it was one of his people. I am, apparantly, invited to a brunch with our new leader this Sunday, to discuss the greater machinations of TCC and how we may best work with his new administration to continue “the good work”. I’m skeptical. Usually the President leaves us be, and we the same to him (or someday her, I wager). Hopefully, I am simply overthinking this. I don’t usually overthink anything though. I find thinking to be a hassle as it is. Why exceed the simple act of thinking in order to think too much?
4:26 P.M
Promise Keeper Willie just stopped by. I don’t know why, but I tire having to yell at him. I still haven’t found anyone who knows what his job is here. The best I have been able to get out of anyone (Arvin) is that he’s been around as long as anyone can remember and he just sort fo serves as the Welcome Committee by default. I don’t have the heart to throw the old man out of my office though. There’s something about him that just makes me smile. He shows up about once a week, jiggles his way in, skinny legs and bony body just rattling around. When he looks at me through his wide-lenses, eyes the size of orbs (or planets from a servicable distance), I can’t help but feel like he has a knack for peering into one’s soul and sorting out the what and who’s and why’s well before one can do it on their own. Anyway, he just likes to check in and see if there’s anything he can do for me. I never have any need of him, but always sit and chat for thirty minutes or so. What a strange, but joyful man.
5:09 P.M
Communion Wine, take me away!
5:23 P.M
The sun is slowly setting. I still can’t get used to this time change thing. Seems the evening comes too soon now. Before I know it, my work for the day is done and the time to return upstairs to my penthouse has arrived. I believe the Missus had expressed a desire to order in tonight, though I believe I may attempt to persuade her otherwise. The Brazillian Feast is still with me. I don’t believe I will be eating until Lunch tomorrow.
5:30 P.M
Time to punch the proverbial Time Clock. For today, I am done. Though the Good Work never truly ends, even God allows me the right to leave my office and attend to my personal life for the evening. I have a busy day tomorrow. Off to speak with Brother Whippins at GFC here in Atlanta (just a few miles away). We’ve a growing base of a devoted congregation here and I would like to see how might implement some of Brother Whippins wonderful ideas elsewhere. He is quite the charismatic individual. Perhaps there is a means by which to teach the others of our flock how to embrace such an exuberant take on the world!
Good day all. Be blessed.


