The parable of the workers in the vineyard was the Gospel reading in church yesterday. The idea is that those who come to salvation late in life get the same reward as those who come to faith early in life and bear “the heat of the day.” In my twenties and thirties I scoffed at religion and, like many philosophers and intellectuals, I thought God was a projection of our Freudian father-concept, and that evolution fully explained the existence of life on earth. But I watched the year 2000 approach with some trepidation; maybe something dramatic would happen? Just because of the coming of the millenium. Well, something did: God spoke to me. It was schizophrenia, yes, but that was the means God used to get through to me. For the anti-religion story was so consistent. Anyway, I am grateful to God for waking me up from my dogmatic slumber (as Kant once thanked Hume), and making it extra clear that He exists.