It is a miracle. 

Lev opens the door to his office and, instead of his office, discovers a bar. Supernovas burst outside the window. 

Really, he says mentally to Jesus. You really could not find any better person to send a miracle to? I can't even pay attention in church. I haven't gone to an accountability group since I moved here. I haven't had a quiet time since I figured out that you could instead spend that time reading psych books. If you don't count 'oh god please let me get unstuck on this paper' as a prayer I haven't prayed in months.  

Jesus does not answer, which is less surprising now than it is normally.

Ugh, I'm going to be converted, aren't I? he thinks. I'm going to meet an alien and the alien is going to convert me and I am going to have the best goshdarn testimony of anyone on campus and I won't be able to tell it to anyone because no one is going to believe me. 

Jesus does not answer that time either. 

Look, I feel like it's terrible incentives to reward people with interdimensional trips for not accepting Jesus Christ into their heart as their personal savior, Lev comments. It's called game theory. I assume You know about game theory, because You're omniscient and everything, but You really aren't showing it right now. --Honestly maybe You don't, I feel like Your teachings in life showed a distinct lack of it and honestly if anyone looked into what the game theorists were doing they'd be kicked right out alongside the people who are studying infinities. 

Jesus is silent but Lev feels a sort of vague divine judgment. 

I appreciate the effort in keeping me from the pits of Hell, Lev thinks. Your divine mercy is really something. If You could arrange for the alien that meets me to be incredibly psychologically novel that would be great. 

It is a miracle. 

Lev opens the door to his office and, instead of his office, discovers a bar. Supernovas burst outside the window. 

Really, he says mentally to Jesus. You really could not find any better person to send a miracle to? I can't even pay attention in church. I haven't gone to an accountability group since I moved here. I haven't had a quiet time since I figured out that you could instead spend that time reading psych books. If you don't count 'oh god please let me get unstuck on this paper' as a prayer I haven't prayed in months.  

Jesus does not answer, which is less surprising now than it is normally.

Ugh, I'm going to be converted, aren't I? he thinks. I'm going to meet an alien and the alien is going to convert me and I am going to have the best goshdarn testimony of anyone on campus and I won't be able to tell it to anyone because no one is going to believe me. 

Jesus does not answer that time either. 

Look, I feel like it's terrible incentives to reward people with interdimensional trips for not accepting Jesus Christ into their heart as their personal savior, Lev comments. It's called game theory. I assume You know about game theory, because You're omniscient and everything, but You really aren't showing it right now. --Honestly maybe You don't, I feel like Your teachings in life showed a distinct lack of it and honestly if anyone looked into what the game theorists were doing they'd be kicked right out alongside the people who are studying infinities. 

Jesus is silent but Lev feels a sort of vague divine judgment. 

I appreciate the effort in keeping me from the pits of Hell, Lev thinks. Your divine mercy is really something. If You could arrange for the alien that meets me to be incredibly psychologically novel that would be great. I realize I'm not supposed to think about that sort of thing but I'm clearly not saved yet so.  

It is a miracle. 

Lev opens the door to his office and, instead of his office, discovers a bar. Supernovas burst outside the window. 

Really, he says mentally to Jesus. You really could not find any better person to send a miracle to? I can't even pay attention in church. I haven't gone to an accountability group since I moved here. I haven't had a quiet time since I figured out that you could instead spend that time reading psych books. If you don't count 'oh god please let me get unstuck on this paper' as a prayer I haven't prayed in months.  

Jesus does not answer, which is more surprising now than it is normally.

Ugh, I'm going to be converted, aren't I? he thinks. I'm going to meet an alien and the alien is going to convert me and I am going to have the best goshdarn testimony of anyone on campus and I won't be able to tell it to anyone because no one is going to believe me. 

Jesus does not answer that time either. 

Look, I feel like it's terrible incentives to reward people with interdimensional trips for not accepting Jesus Christ into their heart as their personal savior, Lev comments. It's called game theory. I assume You know about game theory, because You're omniscient and everything, but You really aren't showing it right now. --Honestly maybe You don't, I feel like Your teachings in life showed a distinct lack of it and honestly if anyone looked into what the game theorists were doing they'd be kicked right out alongside the people who are studying infinities. 

Jesus is silent but Lev feels a sort of vague divine judgment. 

I appreciate the effort in keeping me from the pits of Hell, Lev thinks. Your divine mercy is really something. If You could arrange for the alien that meets me to be incredibly psychologically novel that would be great. I realize I'm not supposed to think about that sort of thing but I'm clearly not saved yet so.