Sam reclined in his chair. He breathed easy; he rested. Of all the things he imagined he would do in the presence of God, he never imagined he would rest; truly rest. Sam realised that there was no need to fear; no need to hide and no need to try justify his shortcomings. God was [...]
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(this part is a continuation from part 9)
“Well Sam, since you brought it up, why don’t we talk about adjectives?” God said, breaking the silence, “Can you name a few for me?” Sam however, was pre-occupied. He had just broken through his cocoon; he had new thoughts; new colours; new life. The old was gone, [...]
Sam shuffled in his chair. God sat silently; affectionately staring at Sam with that same wild grin. God was with him, and he was evidently enjoying their time together, but he was silent nonetheless. Sam wondered why God didn’t keep the conversation flowing? Why the silence? Sam gazed back at God; he couldn’t rationalise any [...]
God was sitting in peace; relaxed and patient. He seemed to be enjoying the moments of silence between them. Sam studied God. In contrast to Sam’s own insecurities, God seemed unusually comfortable in a human body; this amazed Sam.
How could God feel more comfortable in a human body than he did? He was, after all, the [...]
“Ok, let’s talk about grammar”, God said enthusiastically. Sam cracked his knuckles; he gave God his full attention. He was, oddly enough, quite relaxed considering, as he had already conceded, he would make a spectacular fool of himself any minute. Sam didn’t know anything about grammar; nothing! Granted, he could speak his own language, but [...]
Faith was not a new concept to Sam; he had been a Christian his whole life. Not a great Christian; not even an average one. To be truthful, he felt calling himself a Christian seemed a bit misleading; perhaps a failed Christian was a title more fitting; a pathetic Christian.
He smoked, occasionally shared his bed [...]
They sat down at Sam’s kitchen table. It was old; terribly old. Sam felt the sting of embarrassment as he glanced around his rundown apartment; God, on the other hand, appeared to be right at home. “Sorry about, well, you know” Sam grinned awkwardly, his shoulders raised, neck hidden and hands tucked deep into his [...]
Sam was face to face with the living God. This was not a dream or vision, it was an incredible reality; God was with him – He was with him in flesh and blood! Sam’s former belief in a distant God was abruptly abolished, replaced with the tangible, profoundly living God that was up close [...]
He was short; no shorter than Sam, but shorter than expected. He dressed casual, yet professional; jeans, white shirt, no tie. He looked, oddly enough, like an English teacher; his hands however, betrayed his white collar appearance; rugged, weathered and worn-down; hands better suited to a bricklayer than a teacher.
He looked young; surprisingly young; old [...]
Sam’s heart thundered; his ears screamed; his eyes pounded uncontrollably. This was it; the end. Why him? Judgement was looming; he could feel it. He continued the slow, inevitable turn towards God. Anarchy engulfed him; his end was near. He was spinning; falling; dying.
“Why me?”
He was afraid; terrified; and there was no escape. After an [...]
