Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Lot's Adventures in Sodom

Even from miles away, Lot could feel the heat of burning Sodom at his back. He sighed. "Well, that went wrong," he said sheepishly. "It's not my fault, though. Not really."

His daughters looked at him.

"Well, maybe a little," he conceded.

Five days ago, Lot stood in the market square at the center of Sodom, chatting with a fruit merchant. "They say angels have come to Sodom," the merchant told Lot.

"What, Angels of the Lord?" Lot asked incredulously.

"The very same," the fruit merchant affirmed. "What do you think we should do about it?"

"Well, they are very important guests," Lot said, musing. "Representatives of the Lord, the Almighty, who watches over us all. Their eyes watch for him; what we do unto them reflects upon ourselves to the utmost degree. This will be a decision of some importance, certainly."

"Well?" the merchant asked. Others had gathered around, waiting for Lot (known as a man of some wisdom) to give his verdict.

"Well, what else is there to do?" Lot asked rhetorically. "Guests of this importance? The only thing to do is to give them a taste of the hospitality for which Sodom is so rightfully famous!"

With the heat of burning Sodom on his back, Lot grumbled, "It's not my fault they see double entendres in everything."

Dedicated to a good friend to whom the last line totally does not refer.