It must have been rough for those ancient Greeks when they really, really needed something, and they had to turn to their gods for divine intervention in order to get it. After all, those ancient Greeks had so many deities cavorting around Mount Olympus, they made summit day at Mount Everest look like a lonely day in the park.
And then there was the problem of knowing exactly which god or goddess you should address your prayers to. Oh, each deity had his or her own special area of expertise, but sometimes they overlapped, and you didnāt want to get on the wrong side of the immortals by dialing up the wrong deity.
If, for example, you were a Greek woman praying for your loverās safe return from the Trojan War, would you pray to Poseidon the god of the sea, or to Aphrodite the goddess of love? After all, those gods were like a big, dysfunctional family, each of them armed with the power to inflict some serious damage any time they got miffed.
It was no better for the Norse, or for the Romans, Iām sure. Although their gods and goddesses went by different names, the dynamic was pretty much the same. Praying to them would be like knocking on the door of a celestial frat house. Sure, they might invite you in and give you beer. Or you could end up down in the basement on your hands and knees in your underwear, getting smacked on the ass with a paddle while you scream: āThank you sir! May I have another!ā
Fortunately, itās the 21st century now, and weāve moved way past that kind of nonsense. Today when we really, really need something and we have to turn to divine intervention to get it, we have only a single deity, one who is anxious and able to heed our call.
And Her name is Amazon!
(To be honest, Iām not sure if Amazon is male or female, but hey, this is 2020, and if I assumed that such omnipotence could only be handled by a guy god, youād accuse me of not being āwoke,ā soā¦)
All hail Goddess Amazon! And unlike all those Greek, Norse and Roman deities, Amazon delivers! Every time. Without fail. No later than tomorrow afternoon.
You need a dish rack? Music stand? Pet hair clippers? You got it.
Landscape lights? Hummingbird feeder? Dandruff shampoo? Itās on its way.
Moisture-wicking underwear? Beef jerky? Blow gun? Check your front door stoop, tomorrow afternoon.
You can see Her brown-clad angels dashing up to front doors in your neighborhood almost any day of the year, hauling packages that they drop on your stoop before sprinting back to their brown vans and scooting off to answer someone elseās prayer. They are indefatigable, those angels ā as earnest, energetic and faithful as the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and Santa.
Speaking of whomā¦ you want dental floss? Chocolate marshmallow eggs? Ugly sweater? Check, check and check. Just click the button on your computer, and itāll be there, tomorrow afternoon, sitting on your door stoop, courtesy of Amazon.
And the best part of it all is that She delivers all your prayers for free.
Well, technically thatās not true, I guess. Youāll still have to deal with Amazonās lesser demigods ā Visa, Mastercard and American Express. But you can do that at some later date. And if you canāt quite pony up at the end of the month, thatās OK, too, because those demigods will let your payment ride. (For a slight fee, of course. But you can let that ride, too, if it comes to that.)
Oh, I know, there are some out there reading this who think Iāve gone over the line this time. Itās a sacrilege, you may feel, for me to say that our monotheistic culture worships the goddess Amazon instead ofā¦. Well, letās not get into Name-dropping, shall we?
Look, Iām just a forward-thinking kind of guy. And if you donāt think that future cultures a millennium from now wonāt look back at us and see our theology for what it really is, youāre mistaken.
And so, you historians and archaeologists of the 31st century ā you who study ancient manuscripts just as we do today to find out what past cultures believedācongratulations, for you have stumbled across this document, which tells you all you need to know about how we worship here in the 21st century!
For those of you reading this a millennium from now, I know it must seem quaint and amusing for you to think that people way back in the 21st century got all excited about next-day delivery.
But then again, Iām sure that 41st century historians will smirk at you for your adoration of your 3-D Printer god, who delivers your moisture-wicking underwear, beef jerky and blowguns instantly at the touch of a button.
Author, musician and storyteller TR Kerth is a retired teacher who has lived in Sun City Huntley since 2003. Contact him at trkerth@yahoo.com. Canāt wait for your next visit to Planet Kerth? Then get TRās book, āRevenge of the Sardines,ā available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other online book distributors.