Thursday, 9 February 2017

My Acceptance Speech




To the entire population of the planet Zarg.

I am deeply honoured and humbled to be invited to become your supreme Deity, and I am delighted to accept. This advancement will look absolutely great on my CV and will no doubt be an obvious talking point at any future job interviews. One quick question – is the post hereditary? If so, I am sure that my son will fill the post admirably when the time comes.

I have to admit to a degree of puzzlement as to why you have singled out little old me for this special role, given the countless other billions of sentient beings in the known universe, at least some of whom must be every bit as qualified as me – and some perhaps even more so. Presumably you’ve come across some of the articles I’ve written on various subjects and realised that such undoubted talent cannot go unrewarded. Maybe it was my analysis of Craig Raine’s poem “A Martian Sends a Postcard Home” that gave you the idea – I can see how aliens from other worlds might appreciate that one.

I am also astonished that you were able to read my blog from such a long distance. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I understand Zarg to be at least a thousand light years away from Planet Earth, so your ability to read items on our Internet, so soon after they have been written, suggests that you have access to broadband that is considerably faster than ours and would indeed appear to contradict all the known laws of physics. I only hope that this reply reaches you with the same sort of speed, although I fear that by the time your planet gets to read it the intended recipients will long since have been pushing up whatever counts as daisies in your neck of the Universe.

No matter. Let’s assume that such minor details can be set aside and we are able to proceed with the arrangement you have suggested, namely that for all intents and purposes I will act as your god with immediate effect.

As far as worship goes, I can assure you that my demands will be modest. As you may already know, the people of Planet Earth have gone to great lengths to construct places of worship for their various deities, and many of these buildings have turned out to be remarkable and beautiful edifices. My own country is awash with what we call cathedrals – utterly stupendous places that we would certainly not want to be without – but they are a devil to heat and cost an absolute fortune to maintain. So I just want to say that you don’t need to go those extremes on my behalf – nothing larger than a 3-bed semi is really necessary. If my worship cult takes off in a big way you just build more of them, and if it tails off you’ve then got a ready source of affordable housing.

You’ll need to decide which day of the week to worship me on. Do you have days and weeks, by the way? I’ve no idea how fast your planet spins round, so your day might be as long as our week anyway, or all be over in half an hour. A worship day that was that long or short could be a problem for all concerned.

On the assumption that your days are the same as ours, could I ask that you avoid Mondays and Fridays? I’ve got this part-time evening job on a Monday and I’m busy at New Bold Words on Friday mornings. If I’m being worshipped I’d rather like to be able to wallow in the full effect without too many interruptions, if that’s OK by you.

As for prayers, they will of course be acceptable and I’ll do what I can to answer them, but I do suggest that you get hold of a copy of “Bruce Almighty” before you start encouraging your people to start praying in bulk. As you will discover when you watch the film, your average deity can get completely overwhelmed if this sort of thing gets out of hand, and even with supernatural powers it can prove to be a real downer if you can’t give every prayer its proper consideration. Quality is always better than quantity, in my opinion.

As for the sort of deity I’ll turn out to be, I’d better make it perfectly clear at the outset that I’m all in favour of personal morality – up to a point – and I’m a real stickler for justice and fair dealing, but I’m not really into thunderbolts and smiting. Wrongdoers can expect a severe ticking off, but that will probably be as far as it goes. If you can have a laid back god, that’s me.

Oh, wait a minute, I can see that another email has just come in. This is from the planet Teleos – they apparently want me to be their everlasting deity as well. How flattering! And here’s another – apparently there’s a planet called Gotcha …

OK, you bunch of losers, you’re that lot I met down at the pub last night, aren’t you? Guess what – I take back what I just said about thunderbolts and smiting. I think I feel a smite coming on …



© John Welford

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