Liberty's Sparkle (42)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (42)"
   
   Liberty sought out the honorary Monsignor at Our Lady of Good Counsel.  There, after writing the Church a small check for twelve dollars, she was allowed a theological symposium with the holy man, him wearing the Roman Collar, and having a face more chiseled than Rock Hudson's--a strong jaw, dark brows, and a mane of coal-black hair--very thick.
  
MONSIGNOR
You have Nordic genes--fully evolved you are.

LIBERTY
Huh?

MONSIGNOR
No matter; anyway, you said your husband Tom has a type of brain cancer or something, and that you want to learn how to pray.  Well, "All men's faces are true."  That's from Shakespeare; specifically, Antony and Cleopatra.  And as Christ knew:  "They that are whole have no need of a physician, but they that are sick."

LIBERTY
Are you saying that I don't need God to heal him?

MONSIGNOR
Sparkle Liberty!  That's what you do.  Us humans make up the Multiverse along with the Celestial Hierarchy; however, we all live in separate Universes, yet united.  Infuse your sparkle into your husband Tom.  Willing it naturally, with mirth and much glee.

LIBERTY
That's it!?!

MONSIGNOR
I'm no healer.  I drink sour mash and smoke cheap cigars to deal with my celibacy--the drinking there to extinguish my carnal cravings.

LIBERTY
So, just be myself?

MONSIGNOR
That simple, and the simpler something is; next, the closer it is to God.