“May your god go with you,” the Rev. Jeremiah Brown intoned, closing his non-denominational service as the sun’s first rays illuminated the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona.

“And may your god go with you,” the audience replied in unison. With that last blessing, Russell Richman had his view of reality twisted, tilted, twirled and transformed into a tiny flaming ball before being drop-kicked screaming into a toilet and flushed.

Kicked, clobbered and thoroughly confused, Russ learns the fateful truth: TANSTAFW or, “there ain’t no such thing as free will,” at least not if his new old small god George has anything to do with it.

So begins May Your God Go With You, a humorous look at life, love and one man’s desire to make a buck or three.