Inspired consciously by Tevye in "Fiddler on the Roof," who spoke to Yahweh in a personal "I-Thou" manner, later given theological heft by Martin Buber, and perhaps unconsciously by the movie "Harvey" in which the Jimmy Stewart character carries on a relationship with a six-foot tall bunny invisible (if I recall correctly) to others, I have Jesus as my companion. This works out quite well most of the time, with occasional snaps to reality as my wife overhears me cursing in my office at my goddamned printer, say, and asks, "Who are you talking to?" Full of mock fear and dread for not only swearing in the presence of, but some could say at, the Lamb of God, I dissolve into laughter with Jesus as He says in our imaginary language, "Don't sweat the small stuff," and, resoundingly, "There are many ways to the top of the mountain. What did you think, I'm a narcissist?"
