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 enough to be a father perhaps, but certainly not a grandfather. He was shaven, but not well shaven; thin and, considering this was God, peculiarly unspectacular. He seemed, at first glance, somewhat awkward, his facial features somehow disportionate to his frame, but in spite of all this he was clearly relaxed; he appeared both confident and jubilant, and he held himself well. His appearance didn’t command Sam’s attention, but God’s smile, wild and unrestrained, certainly stole his heart.
Sam was speechless; utterly speechless. Outside, the winter season not only continued to persecute the pedestrians, it was also succeeding in its evil intention to steal away the sunshine. Inside, the apartment was suffering at the hands of this cold oppressor, and remained dim.
Sam had grown accustomed to sitting in the dark. His life had grown burdensome; he was tired; he was defeated; he was just holding on. Sitting in the dark was the least of his concerns. In fact, if God hadn’t mentioned it, Sam would never have noticed. “It sure is awfully dark in here, is it Ok with you if I turn the lights on?” God asked; Sam, still voiceless, nodded in consent.
God leaned over to the wall and flicked the light switch on; the room was suddenly, and brilliantly, transformed. The shadows that had furnished the room quickly disappeared and God, casting his eyes heavenward upon the light, was evidently pleased. “Now that’s better!” He looked back to Sam, and grinning wildly, enthusiastically asked:
“So, shall we begin with your first grammar lesson?”
Sam readjusted his eyes and focused once more upon God. How can this be real? Is God really standing before him in flesh and blood? Is that even possible? Sam’s mind searched its database for an answer: Error: please restart your computer. He had no answers, and his logical mind could not compute this strange new data. Without another option, Sam did the only thing he could; he believed. Taking a deep breath, Sam answered the call of God: “OK, let’s begin; you lead the way” (continue reading)
As I’m reading this story I feel like I’m sitting in the back of Sam’s private classroom, observing and ready to take notes. I’ve got my notebook ready with pen in hand, so carry on Mick…….