God Is NOT Your Butler

I knew two roommates years ago who played a game with each other whereby they would say to one another, “Get me ____ .” Whatever it was that one of them wanted, he would tell the other one, “Get me ___ .” The game wasn’t about please and thank you. It was about treating each other like, well, for lack of a better word, a butler. They were supposed to be at each other’s beck and call to fulfill – immediately I would imagine – anything either of them could possibly desire. It was all a joke, of co...