  Little Lambert Johnson was walking down the cracked and crumbling sidewalk a few blocks from his cracked and crumbling house. The tall weeds swaying in the wind made made a green wavy tunnel for Lambert to run through on his way to his ultimate destination. Lambert didn't know what that was, but God did. God had some terrible, nasty experiences in store for sweet little Lambert. Experiences that would make last week's skinned knees look like day in the lolly pop pavillion. Right now, though, little Lambert was happy and free and had a whole hour to play.
So Lambert waddled down to the corner where Jesus was hanging out teaching the local fisher men to fish men. Lambert didn't know from religion or philosophy or even double entendre, but he new he liked to listen to Jesus. Sweet Jesus, did he like it. So Lambert listened and learned and lapped up the riffs. He learned love and sarcasm and how to really piss people off by being too honest.
He learned that he&nbsp;(Lambert)&nbsp;was&nbsp;God and there was nothing ever to be afraid of. He learned that the wisdom of the world is shit, and that it will make your life smell bad if you wallow in it. It was what he didn't learn that would hurt him eventually. It would make God hate him and do everything He could to ruin little Lambert's life. It was the one thing that Jesus couldn't get across to him. What was it? I'll tell you later. 
