“Halleluiah, halleluiah, halleluiah” the ring of the phone brought God’s attention. Picking up the receiver, he listened carefully. It was a woman’s desperate voice
“God, where are you? I need you!”
“Peace my child. I am with you”.
Slowly, he put the phone down with a click. Gabriel was already on to it.
God’s cell phone was handed to him by his secretary.
“Uh, it’s that pastor on the phone again. Do you want me to screen his calls?”
“Absolutely not. I will talk to him when he’s finished speaking”
God put the phone down on the table, where he could hear a muffled
“How great thou art… please forgive others their trespasses… and bless me with a new car…”.
The next call came straight after. It was God’s daughter in Michigan, little Eliza May.
“Dear God, I am so sorry. I broke my brother’s truck, but I didn’t mean to do it! Please forgive me.”
God saw her tears, and his heart broke for her.
“You are already forgiven. I love you. Could you say hi to your Dad for me?”
“I tried to last time, but he’s busy. Sorry God”
God sighed, and took a sip of coffee.
He picked up another phone.
“Listen God. I’ve been on hold for 3 years and I’m sick of your stupid Angels’ music. Are you even there? I need some real answers. Now”.
“Patience. Tomorrow you will be rewarded for your work”
Being the creator of the universe is a tough job, but God can handle it. Sitting back in his chair, he closed his eyes and listened to his children’s praises. Floating up from almost every country in the world, he heard songs of worship. The angels joined in with their heavenly voices, and God heard the phone ring.
“Hello, God speaking. How may I help you?”
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