…In RE we had to draw a picture of what we thought God looked like.
Mine was really something.
Something useless, that is…
This judgement was not an admission of humility in the face of some kind of spiritual epiphany, but rather an admission of being crap at drawing.
Thankfully no trace of this ecclesiastical nonsense exists, but I’ll bet it involved:
a) a long white beard
b) a long white cloak
c) lots and lots of Simpsons-esque clouds
If I’d known better, I should have just submitted a piece of blank paper.