h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

"It's not about how many degrees you have" - I should inscribe that on Helga's copy of my book. Silly woman.

What a stupid thing to say. I mean it says everything about her. She's not as saintly and saved as she likes people to think she is, obviously; just another evangelical bigot with a chip on her shoulder.

Oh well, at least she's safely off air now, can't do any more damage.

I told her so many times not to mess around with me. But she didn't listen of course because she's oh so. Well, now she knows not to mess around with me.

The Kingdom is NOT a democracy.

Windy out there. Big rain forecast; my new windows are in.

Next week must pay the balance.

It seems the Lord is going to use me to deal with the evangelicalist yellow spirit before he comes back. That would make sense; I've suffered at its hands all my life.

"You don't think all your suffering was for nothing, do you?"

No Sir.

"Didn't I tell you, your labour has not been in vain?"

Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.

"Well then. Chin up old son."

Yes Sir.

Rejoice with me, says the Lord. Your Father loves you so, so much. He delights over you. Ah, he loves you so much.

I love you too, Lord. And I love my Father.

Please forgive my transgressions. Help me forgive those who trespassed against me. Even those who put a curse on me.

"All things work together, my boy."

Yes Sir. Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Right. Learn. Your theology isn't up to understanding me, is it Helga. Well that's because you stubbornly cling to your traditions, which are pretty bloody useless.

But of course you scorn the mind, don't you.

Yeah.

Too bad.

It's raining and the windows are not letting in any rain! Yay! That's nice. Very pleased. Now all I need doing is the walls. And that's coming on 18th. Oh God is good to me. He understands me. The sons understand me. But those who do not trust in the Lord with all their heart, but lean unto their own understanding, such people do not know what God is doing in and through me. "I don't take criticism" - what an extraordinarily arrogant attitude to take.

I could understand it if I made a point of going on about my education, or used letters after my name, or whatever. But I don't. I never mention it. So it's all about Helga and the chip on HER shoulder. Obviously she feels inadequate about not having been to university, or something. Well that isn't my problem, Helga, and I'd be grateful if you stopped projecting your problems onto me. Especially in that sickening yellow sickly little Evangelical way. Perhaps you could use your time away from the microphone to repent of your envy and whatever else you have lurking in your flesh and have a good cleansing from the fires of the Holy Spirit. I don't think the Father has finished with you. I think he's only just started. Don't make light of the Lord's discipline, Helga. He does it because he loves you.

Right that's enough about Helga. Leave her to the Spirit of God.