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proud of you. Wait until we tell Father Joe! Nobody in this family has ever been awarded rum banana! Until now, that is! Ehhh, no? Pride over this? Think so? I guess so, huh? And all this money? Wow. That much? For me?" He wasn't sure what to feel, but wondered skeptically, "Is this part of the covenant?" God didn't answer... ...yet. Who says miracles have to be painful? Yo, Lazarus, UP! Was Lazarus bitching? No. Water, wine. Bingo. No pain. "Let's see," he thought, recalling the day and tomorrow's rounds and events, "can't rely on miracles... Who can I get to eat Rum Banana? But, not gag? Definitely the track runners, parched, and the football jocks doing summer practice in full gear - hmmm - they'll swallow anything..." No. No voices from the clouds. No delivered texts of black fire on white fire. God didn't have much to say just yet. That would come at five o'clock - A.M. - the next morning, after the shrine, his truck, was packed with all the best items, including two boxes of rum banana. It is true. God works in wondrous ways. Maybe you could sense the divine presence by the solemnity and elevated aura of this gathering. When Alexander the Great left to conquer the world, he hadn't actually done it yet. Was there an expectant gathering to see him off? Did a throng stand and wave in exultation of an anticipatory world dominion? Maybe just his mother, Mrs-the-Great, waved him off. "Now Alexander, don't get your feet wet. Here, honey, keep this bite rag handy. You'll never shout clear orders if you chew your tongue off..." Can you tell a great moment in the moment? If it feels like a great moment, does that mean it is valid? Well, yeah. Right? Why not?