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Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

"I would like to talk to you," said Castiel, once the time for his sermon rolled around, "about change."

Oh, this could be interesting.

"Change is inevitable, and not just for the denizens of Earth. Heaven and Hell experience change. The Lord experiences change -- or rather, it should be said, He affects change. Change can come in many forms, be it a personal, internal change, such as a change of mind, or an external one -- which this island seems to specialize in. It can be a physical change, a paradigm shift, a tire change, a climate change -- which, if you folks don't manage to end the world biblically, is something that perhaps you'll need to be rather more concerned with.

"There are many ways to react to change as well. You can reject change, and try not to change, though I suspect you'll find that much harder than you may think. Even when the Lord rejected the change Lucifer wanted to create, when Michael cast him into the Pit, there was still change. Just not the change that Lucifer had wanted.

"The important thing to remember is that, while change may well kill you and/or cast your soul into eternal damnation among the fires of Hell, the Lord is eternal. You will all someday die, probably soon, the world will someday end, quite possibly even in your life time, but after the end of the world, the Lord will carry on, doing . . . whatever it is He does with his free time when he's not up in Heaven where he's supposed to be, stopping the angels from trying to end the world ahead of schedule."

Perhaps it was best if Castiel didn't try to comfort people.

[ooc: OCD on its way]

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"If something is meant to fall, it falls." Which wasn't so much an answer to that question, was it?

Nope. Not an answer at all.

"I suspect I will be doing much more work on the props."

"I'm thinkin' so too. The theatre take material donations, paints and wood and stuff? I can probably set some aside, considering."

"You would have to ask the stage manager or director, but I suspect they would. It seems they function without a great deal of money."

It seemed like the kids got something out of it and it was good for the community, so Morgan would do his part if he could.

"Those places usually don't. Theatre programs, music programs... people forget about them when the budgets go through sometimes. They're good for kids, though, and adults, to be honest. I wouldn't be who I am if it wasn't for the one in my neighborhood."

And while he said it mildly, there would always be the hints of something more, something darker, whenever he mentioned the community center.

Castiel noted the darkness lurking behind Morgan's tone, but chose not to remark on it. "Then I'm certain that Geoffrey would appreciate the charity. Or would that be sponsorship?"

Which Morgan appreciated. He laughed a little and shook his head.

"Just doing my part. I'm part of the community, after all. I should contribute to the fine arts."

"That is a very good perspective to have. Perhaps I should speak next week on the benefits and philosophy of community service."

Like the global community. Working to avert the apocalypse.

Yeeeees.

"Couldn't hurt," he said with a faint chuckle. The smile lingered as he thought of Castiel's sermons.

"Well, probably not."

"No, my sermons are not intended to harm people."

"I didn't think so. Though you probably confuse them a lot. At least, from the ones I've attended."

"It's . . . not my intention to confuse them, either." Castiel looked mildly disturbed by this. "No one had told me they were confusing."

"You didn't notice me tugging on you while I was a dog?"

"I thought that was a criticism on the particular subject of 'knowing'." And possibly of step ladders.

"It was the only way a dog was going to exercise a bit of red pen," he said with a little grin.

"You, uh, have kind of a unique take on things. It can be kind of confusing for those of us who aren't, uh, used to it."

"I do choose some of the more . . . difficult concepts for my sermons, I suppose."

"Something like that, yeah," he said, not wanting to get the guy down.

"It's good, though. You talking to people."

"I am hoping I might make a difference in their lives, yes."

"What kind of a difference?"

He was curious, really, considering some of the things he'd seen and heard from the angel. It wasn't skepticism, though.

That . . . was a good question.

"I suppose I'm attempting to prepare them for the End Times."

"And why is that?"

". . . You'd prefer I didn't prepare mankind for the End Times?"

That... was a question. A big question.

"That depends on how you're preparing them. If it's like earlier, you might want to rethink your approach.

"Sometimes, how you say something is just as important as what you say, you get me?"

Castiel blinked and nodded. "No."

He was a little confused by that one. He wasn't exactly known for his grasp of the subtleties of communication.

Oh, this was going to be interesting.

"The thing is," he said, looking almost like he was briefing a football player on the next play, "is your strategy. Sometimes, telling them exactly what's going to happen is the worst way to prepare someone for something."

"But then they know what to expect."

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