Joey (Approaches Mr. God 's office and
knocks. An angel opens the door.): Hello! I am Joey. I would like to see Mr.
God, but I’m not sure if l may because have no appointment with him.
Angel:
That’s all right. Mr. God will see anyone anytime. Please come in. . .
Joey: You know, I’ve heard from my
barkada that this guy called God is supposed to be really something; I guess he
is a busy man. Will he have time to see someone like me?
Angel: He sees everyone no matter what
his age or color is. You can see him anytime you wish.
Joey:
Can I see him now? I
Angel:
Go right in.
Joey
(hesitates and then walks on. slowly): Hmm! Hmm! Excuse me, Mr.
God My name is Joey. I wonder if I can see you for a few minutes?
Mr.
God: Sure, my son. I’ve got all the time for you.
Joey: Well, it is like
this. You know, I’m in third year high school.
I
really think it is a hard year. The pressure of work has brought me here. My
barkada told me about you. I want to find out why they speak so highly of you.
Mr. God: Go on, son. State
what is on your mind.
Joey: Well, to start with, my barkada
is really important to me and I think we are getting along fine. But I car1’t
seem to understand my barkada. Please don’t get me wrong. I really value them.
But when I look at their situation, I think they have not been very lucky. For example;
Carlo-his Dad is an alcoholic. And my other friends parents are separated.
Well, my sister, Via, and I think our parents are okay and we have nothing to
complain about. However, in spite of their worries, hurts, and pains, my
barkada and other people who talk about you a lot seem to think life is still
worth living and there is some purpose for life on earth. That’s why I am here.
Mr. God, I just thought you could explain a few things for me. I feel a little
confused and a little lost.
Mr.
God: My price is high, Joey.
Joey: That's okay. I can ask my
parents for an advance on my school allowance. How much is it?
Mr.
God: All of it.
Joey:
.All of it?
Mr.
God: Yes, all - everything.
Joey: Mr. God! Don’t you think you are
asking too much? What do you need money for? Aren’t you a little greedy? I
thought you were rich. Can’t I pay in installments?
Mr. God: Joey, Joey, my dear son.
Actually, I also spent a lot to get where I am. I sacrificed much. Ask my son
Jesus.
Joey: Well, I need time to think it
over. I can’t just give up my entire allowance right now what will I spend on
my weekends, the afternoons at our hangout, and all my other fun activities? At
my age it is a little too soon to be too serious. After all, they say when you are
young you can afford to be a little foolish. Besides, I think I can get a
substitute at a much cheaper price.
Mr. God: Be careful, Joey. The price
may seem cheaper but it may be more expensive in the end.
--Adapted from “Tom Meets God"
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