Paging God

"Paging God."

While lost in thought, waiting in line to get a ticket at the MRT station, I heard the voice all over the place. Apparently, somebody wants to see God now, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Nobody else seemed to notice the voice though, I thought. I glanced around; the long lines kept on getting longer. I got my ticket and walked slowly to the platform.

I thought about God as I waited for the train. For some reasons, I wasn't able to see Him last Sunday. I wanted to come to His house, but I didn't. I wanted to pray and sing for Him, but I didn't. I don't want the time to come when I need to shout His name to see Him. There is only one thing to do: I'm going to see Him tomorrow.

I heard the distant sound of engines draw near. The train arrived. I heard the voice again and I realized what it means. I secretly thanked it because it triggered my reflections.

"Paging Guard," the voice sounded loud and clear.