-Hi God.
-How are you my son?
-Not so bueno, God. You see, my mother is sick.
-Don’t you think I know that?
-Well yes, I guess that being God, you would have to know that.
-So, what do you want?
-Well, uh, I wanted to ask you to heal her.
-Let me ask you something my son.
-Ok.
-Do you believe that if I wanted you mother to die, she would die?
-Yes.
-And do you believe that if I wanted your mother to get better, she would?
-Yes.
-And do you believe that I know a little more than you about certain things.
-Of course, my Lord. You know everything.
-Then, why do you assume that your request will have any effect on my decision?
-Well…uh… you see… uh… I thought that…
-NO! The problem is that you STOPPED THINKING. Now please stop wasting my time and go call a doctor for your mother.
-Yes! Thank you Lord! Aleluya! Amen! Praise you!
-Please leave.
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