Dark angels …

A friend told me a funny story recently:

His grandmother, a card-carrying Texan well into her ’90s, is a devout racist. My friend doesn’t have a racist bone in his body and is a tad embarrassed by grandma’s attitudes, but realizing he’s not going to change a 90-something, he just deals with it.

Grandma had to undergo surgery recently, and the doctors pumped her full of morphine. In a hallucinatory state, she ended up in heaven, where, to her horror and disbelief, all the angels were black. To add insult to injury, they were rolling her in mud trying to make her look like them.

Part of me wants to believe her vision was more divinely inspired than drug induced, and that god has a really cool sense of humor …

(BTW: She emerged from the surgery fine, though a bit shaken.)