All went well, and after dealing with some general questions about routine business matters, the meeting came to an end. I said good-bye and then quickly made my way through the lobby and out of the hotel. There, leaning against a lamppost stood Gideon. Marla was waiting next to him. I approached them.
?Marla, Gideon!? I exclaimed above the noise of the city.
?Hi, John,? said Marla. ?Right on time.?
?Good,? said Gideon. ?Let's go to our next appointment.?
?You found me again,? I said.
?Sometimes it's easier to find others than it is to find ourselves,? Gideon replied with that inscrutable smile of his.
I followed them to a waiting taxi, and within a few minutes we found ourselves in front of an impressive building located on a side street. Gideon paid the fare, and we got out and walked through the door into the lobby. We took the first available elevator to the 33rd floor.I remembered this from years earlier and was somewhat surprised that nothing had changed. We walked into the reception room, where Marla asked us to sit. She went to the receptionist, whispered something in hushed tones and rejoined us.
?We'll soon be in the presence of the Chief,? she said. Only now did the full impact of what we were doing strike me. Once again, I would be meeting with God face to face. Once again, I would have the opportunity to ask Him questions concerning the past, present and future. Perhaps He would explain why we must go through life struggling at every turn. Perhaps He would even tell me about Mardai and why she had to leave this life at such a young age. My thoughts were running wild when Gideon's voice brought me back to the present moment.
?John,? he said in a kind and loving way,?you're a bit nervous. Calm yourself. This meeting will do you quite some good.There's nothing to be afraid of. If anything, you'll leave here feeling more confident and more in control of the events in your life.?
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?I've longed to see Him again,? I said. ?There are so many things I want to know and, yet, all the questions I had are gone from my mind. This is ridiculous, you know.? Before either one could answer the receptionist came over and spoke. ?You may go in now. The usual meeting room, Gideon.?
?Thanks,Mary,? said Gideon as he stood up. Marla and I followed him down a well-lit hallway to a door marked ?President and Chairman of the Board.? Gideon knocked, turned the door knob and entered. I followed behind Marla. The office was elegant and unpretentiously decorated and, if I remembered correctly,it had the same celestial blue carpeting. The large desk and the office files, however, were gone. Now it seemed more like a living room than an office.
As we stood there, the door at the opposite end opened and in walked a beautiful young woman. I have seen many gorgeous women in my lifetime, but never had I seen one as ravishing as this creature approaching us. She must be God's secretary or assistant, I surmised. She seemed to flow into the room with a grace usually possessed by royalty. Her long dress radiated with the colors of the rainbow and her hair accentuated the beauty of her face. This must be the most exquisite woman in the universe. Finding myself spellbound by her beauty,I just stared in awe. ?Please sit,? she said with a gentle voice and a warm smile. We all made ourselves comfortable, Gideon and Marla on the sofa while I took the straight-back chair. The woman sat on the floor in front of us. This seemed rather odd, since there were other vacant chairs about. No one bothered to introduce us, but I assumed that was an oversight. I noticed Marla and Gideon looking at me with what could charitably be called amusement. I, personally, didn't see anything funny in the situation.
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John Harricharan has sinced written about articles on various topics from Web Development, Religion and Web Development. Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat."