A Larry Comes

Tell me, what good is it to have God visit you if you can't tell anybody about it? Or, if not God, then somebody looking very much like him, or how I had pictured him. Perhaps, to be safe I should call him god, you know, lower case "g."

No, that won't do. There's no escaping it: it was the Almighty all right, our capital "G" Father-of-the-Son God. I don't think there's any doubt about it. Let me rephrase that: There is no doubt about it.

Yes, yes, I know it sounds crazy, but now and then thin...