On his lunch break, Will went to the local deli as usual and bought a ham
sandwich. He got out his cell phone and dialed. At his workstation, Kevin
picked up. "Hey Kevin," said Will. "Hi, dad," was the answer. "So am I in
trouble or something?" "No, I've just been having a slow day and I thought
I'd see how that project of yours is coming." "Dad, in your line of work, a
slow day is a good thing. Anyway, I've gathered all the data I need. Now
Rebecca's writing the article." Will remembered the name. "She's the one
that stood up for me a few times, huh? Of course, that might have just been
because you were there-""Dad, can we talk about something else?"
Will sensed he had gone somewhere he shouldn't have. "Okay. You ever think about doing some more basketball?" "If Bear can set me up again, sure." Suddenly Will noticed something that took his mind out of the conversation. "I'll have to talk to you at home," he said, and hung up. He walked over to someone that had just entered and said "Excuse me." At that, the person turned around and his heart skipped a beat.
He was looking at the woman he had seen die, then come back to life, and then stand before him again after she had died for real. "You're not, you can't be," he stuttered as he backed away. The woman said, "You're right. I can't be, and I'm not. Have a seat, Will."
Will sat back down, and the woman joined him. "You look amazingly like a woman I knew a couple months ago. You're going to think I'm crazy, but I had some kind of vision-," "I know," she replied. "You did a good job finding those scars." After he regained his composure somewhat, Will asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm God," she said. Will replied, "You'll understand if I don't really believe that." "That's why I chose this form, to make it easier for you to believe. Ask yourself, did you see that woman as you were leaving the hospital, or didn't you? You know the answer. And I did know about what she said to you just now, didn't I?" "So you're saying that was really you?" "Yes."
Will went on, "Let's say I believe you. Why are you talking to me?" "I'd like you to do something for me. I visited your daughter a few times last year and gave her some tasks. They were all pretty mundane, and didn't really affect the big picture much. But I did have some bigger plans for her. Now all that is in jeopardy because she took a walk in some long grass while wearing a short skirt."
Will, still struggling to believe what was happening, asked, "You mean the Lyme disease?" "Exactly. She thinks she was hallucinating the whole time." "So just appear to her again. What's the big deal?" "It's not that simple. She's refusing to see me, and I can't make her see me without taking away her free will. And if her free will goes, so does everyone else's. You follow?" "I think so. So why are you telling me this?"
God made His request. "I can now only appear to her in dreams. I tried it already but didn't get far. If I do it again, she might block that off as well. I'd like you to tell her about this conversation. Maybe it'll open her mind enough that she'll let me appear to her again." "Okay. I'll do my best." "Thank you. This place really does make good ham sandwiches, doesn't it?" With that, God left the building, and Will was left puzzling over what had just happened.
Will sensed he had gone somewhere he shouldn't have. "Okay. You ever think about doing some more basketball?" "If Bear can set me up again, sure." Suddenly Will noticed something that took his mind out of the conversation. "I'll have to talk to you at home," he said, and hung up. He walked over to someone that had just entered and said "Excuse me." At that, the person turned around and his heart skipped a beat.
He was looking at the woman he had seen die, then come back to life, and then stand before him again after she had died for real. "You're not, you can't be," he stuttered as he backed away. The woman said, "You're right. I can't be, and I'm not. Have a seat, Will."
Will sat back down, and the woman joined him. "You look amazingly like a woman I knew a couple months ago. You're going to think I'm crazy, but I had some kind of vision-," "I know," she replied. "You did a good job finding those scars." After he regained his composure somewhat, Will asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm God," she said. Will replied, "You'll understand if I don't really believe that." "That's why I chose this form, to make it easier for you to believe. Ask yourself, did you see that woman as you were leaving the hospital, or didn't you? You know the answer. And I did know about what she said to you just now, didn't I?" "So you're saying that was really you?" "Yes."
Will went on, "Let's say I believe you. Why are you talking to me?" "I'd like you to do something for me. I visited your daughter a few times last year and gave her some tasks. They were all pretty mundane, and didn't really affect the big picture much. But I did have some bigger plans for her. Now all that is in jeopardy because she took a walk in some long grass while wearing a short skirt."
Will, still struggling to believe what was happening, asked, "You mean the Lyme disease?" "Exactly. She thinks she was hallucinating the whole time." "So just appear to her again. What's the big deal?" "It's not that simple. She's refusing to see me, and I can't make her see me without taking away her free will. And if her free will goes, so does everyone else's. You follow?" "I think so. So why are you telling me this?"
God made His request. "I can now only appear to her in dreams. I tried it already but didn't get far. If I do it again, she might block that off as well. I'd like you to tell her about this conversation. Maybe it'll open her mind enough that she'll let me appear to her again." "Okay. I'll do my best." "Thank you. This place really does make good ham sandwiches, doesn't it?" With that, God left the building, and Will was left puzzling over what had just happened.