One day, with no discernable fanfare, God “spoke” to each person on the planet Earth. The message made its way into the minds of every man, woman, and child, probably including babies in the womb (but how could that possibly be verified?). From Katmandu to Abidjan. From Recife to Juneau. Everyone. Got. The. Message.
No burning bush. No parting of the Red Sea. No road to Damascus. No exclamation points or air quotes.
No angels on high. No wise men bearing gifts. No greetings or warnings. No executive summary.
No heaven or hell. No shout out to Jesus or Buddha. Not a whisper about Mohammed. For that matter, no Ra or Baal. No crosses, Bodhi trees, mountains to be moved. Zeus did not toss lightning bolts. Paintings in the Sistine Chapel did not run blood. Instagram and Twitter remained silent, at least during the first few seconds. Then, of course, they exploded.
No plague of locusts. No new pandemics.
