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I Talked To God

It was just like any other day. I was riding the train home from work. The only thing out of the ordinary is, I met someone, someone really special.
I entered the train to find it to be empty, just me and some other man in the corner. I took a seat next to this man.
“Hey buddy, how do you do?” the man asked me.
“Fine. How may I help you?”

“Nothing much. Just keep a conversation with me going.”
“Okay.”
“Your name is Mason Lancaster am I right?”
How did he?
“I can read your thoughts. Is that a satisfactory answer?”
“I didn’t ask you anything yet you answered my thoughts?”
I sounded silly, real silly.
“Do not be embarrassed, my friend. Be calm.”
“How can you read minds?”
“For I am God.”
God? He, God? I am a man of science, yet I still take him word for word. Even if I don’t recognise him as God, how could he have read my mind? Know my name?
“If you are really God, can you prove it? Clear my doubts.”
“To doubt, is a sin. A sin I can easily understand and forgive. All men sin. I have to apologise if I say things that are uncomfortable to you. You are a divorcee to Freya Rees, she dumped you on the cold night of a Friday. Is that enough proof?”
“But how did you know?”
“Up till now, you still think of her, love her.”
“Okay. So you are God”, I stated. “Now tell me, why do you talk to me? Of all people, why did you choose me?”
“For you are different. You have believed I am God have you not? Most will be in disbelief. Even my followers will be outraged after I reveal my identity to them.”
“Ah, I see. Since you are here, may I use this opportunity to ask you some questions?”
“I do not mind.”
“Why did you create men?”
“I did not create men. Men created me. On the seventh day of creation, mankind was lonely, they wanted someone to look up to, someone of great powers that they knew they could never have. Over time, more and more people believed in me and I got the abilities I have from their fantasies. Does that do as a good enough answer?”
“Yes. Can you tell me if there really is a heaven and hell?”
“There is, in fact, such places.”
 “If men believe in another kind of God or Deity, why aren’t they like you, alive?”
“Good question. However, I do not know how to answer such a question. Yes, I may be a God but, it doesn’t mean I know everything there is to know.”
“Fair enough. Do you know your purpose in the world?”
“No, I do not. I think men will answer that question for me in the years to come.”
The God picked up a cup of coffee and sipped on the coffee.
“Where have you been when men need you most? Thousands die every day. Have you forsaken them?”
“I am always with them till their death bed. I am inside of men, in the depths of their heart I reside. I have not forsaken anyone. Thousands die every day to be sent to either heaven or hell. Thousands die for their family and friends need to experience hardship to prepare for the future. That is why.”
“I understand. What is the goal you wish to achieve by talking to me?”

“Took you long enough to ask. When you get home, you would get on your laptop and start typing our conversation out and then spread it across the internet. Many others would have read this and they would of course not believe in this but will keep in mind of such possibilities of God not only existing but conversing with men like you. So you will be my appointed prophet.”
“Oh.”

“If you do not mind, I shall take my leave now. I enjoyed talking to you but goodbyes have to be made. I believe I have said enough.”
“Wait, just one more question.”
“Very well.”
“Will I see you again?”
“You can find out yourself. Only time will tell.”
The God put down his now empty cup on the table and with a blink of the eye, he disappeared.
True enough, when I got home, indeed did I log on my laptop to type this story you are reading now. I believe I will meet the God again, not now but soon. Whether you choose to believe my conversation with God really did take place is up to you.
Will you meet God one day too? Only time will tell.

Author’s notes:
·         If God did not create men then, who did?
·         What kind of train had Mason embarked? Why would there be coffee for God to drink?
·         What does it mean to “meet God soon” to Mason?
·         Almost every religion does a ‘God’ send a prophet to spread the word of their existence be it Islam or Christianity.

Any reference to any religion is to be taken without any offence for it is all in the work of fiction. Whether or not it truly reflects on the identity of God is debatable.


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