Creation Scapes

George Burns in "Oh, God!"

As I sit here, Creation Scapes - or C-Scapes as I call it - is on. The info button on my AT&T Uverse thingie reveals that it is " Christian music amid the backdrop of beautiful pictures ". Ever quaint, eh?

Interesting. At first, my dyslexia led me to read it as "Creation Scrapes", which I took to be a Genesis-based sit-com with all kinds of loveable antics with a moral. ( I have an active imagination. ) I couldn't actually envisage God getting into scrapes - like Lucy and Ethel - because that omniscience thing would always be a spoiler...like Lucy wouldn't have gone gaga over William Holden in the Brown Derby restaurant, if she had omnisciently known that Ricky was going to bring him by the hotel just after lunch...

See how it spoils things?

Maybe the angels were getting into scrapes. That I could imagine. I've seen lots of pictures of roly-poly puti and cherubs having a blast, draping necklaces of flowers around the necks of centaurs and such ( must have been Disney's Fantasia! ).

If I were to pitch "Everybody Loves The Angel Raymond" at NBC, the execs would be mirthful. Similarly, if I pitched "Everbody Hates The Angel Chris", there would be good, old-fashioned, non-blasphemous giggles. Angels are OK. Open season on angels. They just grin and bear it. Angels are good old boys and girls, and never seem to hold a grudge.

Anyway, the program was indeed music which I found uninteresting "amid" scenes considered idyllic...if I were a designer for Hallmark inspirational booklets.

However, I realized that I never associated God with cool pictures. Nor do I praise God. I mean, seriously, I can't remember the last time I took Him aside, and said "Job well done!"...and that's "job" with a short o, not the proper name from the Bible, Job.

I think that maybe if I had to get myself worked up to think about God, I might have recourse to "pictures" to "arouse" me. However, this is rather mundane, and it reminds me too much of what people do with pornography. To associate religious feelings with a "high" brought on by gazing at sugary pictures strikes me as bordering on the disgusting...as if the Holy were an emotion to be called forth from our mixed up souls.

I think that if we didn't work side by side each and every day, I might get a notion to go to some special place and say nice things about Him, even though most religious services during the year remind me of "roasts"; the type of thing Dean Martin might have for God.

At this point, Creation Scrapes begins to sound good.