The Wrinkeled Old Shirt

One day, a man was sitting at a table, feeling defeated. He prayed to God that he would tell him exactly what was wrong with him, so that he could work on his problems. And as soon as he said amen, the doorbell rang. He opened the door, and his jaw dropped. What looked like Joe Dirt had rang his doorbell, and with an equal accent, he said, "Hey man. I'm God." The man just kind of stood there in disbelief for a moment. "Um, aren't you going to let me in?" The man took him to the table, and went to get him some coffee. "So you want to know why I look like Mr. Joe Dirt here? Well, its because you wanted me to help you with your problems. And one of those little problems, is that you are prejudiced. Like, really prejudiced. And don't look at me like that, I saw the way your jaw dropped." Alright, so now I was convinced, cause he read me like a book. And then he got up and put a hand on my ear. There was a feeling of air being blown out of my head and then a whooshing sensation, and then boom. He was holding my STONES SHIRT?? He put his hand up to silence me. He laid it on the table and it looked horrible. It was over 40 years old. And it WAS in a box in the attic. But it was horrible. It was so wrinkled. "That's your soul." Of course, I was flabbergasted. "Sit down and let me talk about it." And, so, I did. And you can see the next part of this post tomorrow, because I am watching a movie :)