An Atheist's God

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What happens when an atheist comes face to face with God ?

Submitted: October 23, 2013

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AN ATHEIST'S GOD

 CHAPTER 1

Billy Madison hasn’t slept in 48 hours; but he cannot stop now, he must get home before he falls asleep over the wheel. Billy slept behind the wheel once, but there was no accident. He had sprung up before he had hit anyone. But today he was not so sure that he could stay awake. He could only assume that he would not fall asleep. His eyelids were getting heavy, but they were still open. It was not the coffee that kept him awake, but the stress. Put a man in his mid-50’s with a failed investment; a failure as a father and throw in a broken marriage, any man would buckle under that kind of pressure. With every failure in his life flashing across his mind, Bill was driving serenely through the tranquil woods. The darkness of the road was still better than the darkness in Bill’s life.

The tall Eucalyptus trees appeared to be taunting him, under the bright light of his car. It could’ve been almost 30 minutes since Bill had seen another vehicle passing by. The cold air flowing in tried to put Bill to sleep with its chilly lullaby. Bill closed his windows and kept revving the engine louder so that he can stay awake.

Billy heard a loud metallic bang and everything went black. He woke up a little later re

CHAPTER 1

Billy Madison hasn't slept in 48 hours; but he cannot stop now, he must get home before he falls asleep over the wheel. Billy slept behind the wheel once, but there was no accident. He had sprung up before he had hit anyone. But today he was not so sure that he could stay awake. He could only assume that he would not fall asleep. His eyelids were getting heavy, but they were still open. It was not the coffee that kept him awake, but the stress. Put a man in his mid-50’s with a failed investment; a failure as a father and throw in a broken marriage, any man would buckle under that kind of pressure. With every failure in his life flashing across his mind, Bill was driving serenely through the tranquil woods. The darkness of the road was still better than the darkness in Bill’s life.

The tall Eucalyptus trees appeared to be taunting him, under the bright light of his car. It could’ve been almost 30 minutes since Bill had seen another vehicle passing by. The cold air flowing in tried to put Bill to sleep with its chilly lullaby. Bill closed his windows and kept revving the engine louder so that he can stay awake.

Billy heard a loud metallic bang and everything went black. He woke up a little later realizing that he had been unconscious for some time. Bill’s hands and face were cold and wet; he thought it must be sweat, but his hands were covered with something crimson red. Bill felt a sharp stinging pain flushing into his brain from his profusely bleeding nose. Bill could sniff something which smelled like fuel mixed with blood. His headlights had been shot, but his fog lamps still illuminated his windshield which was covered in thick white smoke from the hood and a foggy silhouette of a tree. Bill had crashed up on a eucalyptus tree. But the crash had not been strong enough to deploy the airbags.

 Bill opened the door and tried to get out of his car, but his legs would not support him, it felt as if they were made of cement. Gravity seemed to have been doubled and his body seemed to weigh a few extra pounds. Suddenly Billy heard wet sloppy footsteps approaching him from behind the car. A strong smell of ethanol filled the air. Bill saw a shadowy figure on his rear-view mirror. He could guess that the shadow was surely a well built man, trying to take something out of his coat. Billy could feel fear gripping his heart.

Billy was obviously a robber’s dream. A defenseless old man in a Gucci suit, sitting alone with his Jaguar crashed up against a tree. The shadow-man slowly took out a silenced-gun, which shone in the same color as the car’s gunmetal gray. Bill closed the door in a hurry and tried to bring the engine back to life.

A bright light shone sharply on bill’s face. Bill could hear the thundering engine of a motorbike coming from far away. Bill saw the shadowy figure running into the woods with his gun plunged under his coat. Could it be bill’s savior angel?  Or could it be another robber..?!

A man in greasy clothes parked his motorbike near the Jaguar and killed the engine. He got down and came near the window of the Jaguar and knocked on the window. Billy hesitated to open the window. Bill looked at the man; he must in his mid-30s. He had a calm and peaceful face. He must surely be a man who works in a garage, guessing from his greasy clothes and hands. Billy mustered up his courage and opened the window with one hand and the other pressed up on his nostrils to stop the bleeding.

“Hey . . . man! Are you okay? . . . Here, hold this up against your nose, it will stop the bleeding” the man said as he removed a piece of cloth from his back pocket and gave it to Billy.

 “Thank you” Billy replied as he covered his nose with it.

 “What happened here? I think I saw a man running into the woods. “The man asked in a doubtful voice.

 “I . . . I . . .  was driving and I fell asleep, that man had a gun, he tried to rob me.” Billy struggled to reply, with every word sending a stinging pain up his nose.

 “You've got to ice it, hmm . . . you cannot sit around here alone, let’s get your car running up again” the man said as he moved towards the front of the car.

I’m John by the way” the man introduced himself.

 “I’m Billy Madison” Billy replied.

Wow . . . ! Billy Madison of Madison enterprises . . . ? John asked as he pushed the car back from the tree.

Yes, we’re both the same. Pleasure meeting you” Billy replied as he popped the hood.

The pleasure’s all mine. . . .And . . . why should a millionaire like you be driving alone without a driver or something?”

 “I like to drive”. Billy replied as he painfully pulled himself outside the car.

 “Thank God, you took your feet off the accelerator when you fell asleep. And also thank God for sending me here

“ I don’t believe that GOD sent you here, . . . If he was the one who sent you here to save me, then why should he send the man with the gun?” Billy asked in a matter of fact voice.

Atheist . . . ?  Hmm . . . what if, God sent the man with the gun, to test your faith and then ME to make you a believer?  John asked him as he bended deeper into the hood to pull the wires.

 “Not another battle between believers and atheists, John.” Billy replied as he moved away to dodge the sparks from the engine.

John slowly walked towards the side of the car and turned the key. The engine sprung back to life. “Here you go Bill, she is fit again.” John said proudly.

Thanks a lot, John. . . I don’t have any money on me, but I can write you a check.” Billy said as he pulled out his checkbook from his coat.

Don’t worry about it Bill, I offered you my help. It is no longer a help if I accept anything from you in return.” John replied moving towards his motorbike.

 “But I must do something for you.” Billy replied with his hands searching for some money in his pockets. 

If you must pay me then pay it forward, Bill. Offer your help to next deserving person you meet.” John replied with a smile on his face.

 John fired up his motorbike and was gone in a few seconds. Billy sat back in his car thinking about what John said. I need some coffee for my brain and some ice for my nose, Billy thought as he powered up his car.

CHAPTER 2

Susan was stressed. She owned a motel which was not really a motel. A few years before, she had converted her home which had a few extra rooms into a motel on a highway which rarely had people passing through. It was midnight, but Susan was still awake sitting in the lobby, waiting for a customer who might never even exist. Her baby made tiny kicks on her belly; it was the only thing which kept her going.

Suddenly, Susan saw a gray jaguar with a huge dent in the front, pulling into the parking lot. A man in an expensive suit got down from the car and limped slowly towards the lobby. Susan had never seen a jaguar in her motel! She sprung up from her seat and greeted the man with extreme happiness.

How may I help you, sir?” She asked the man with a smile on her face, hoping that the man would ask for the most expensive room available.

 “A cup of coffee with cream and sugar please. And can you get me a cup of ice? ” The man replied with his hand over his nose.

“Sure anything else, sir?” Susan desperately tried to hide the disappointment in her face.

 “That’s all for now.” The man replied as he took a seat.

A few minutes later Susan placed the cup of coffee on the table in front of the man. “When is the baby coming out?” the man asked Susan.

 “Anytime, he should’ve been out now. The due date was actually last week.” Susan replied with a plain voice, missing all the energy when she had greeted him.

 “Is something wrong?” the man asked Susan.

Please don’t misunderstand me sir, but I was hoping that you would stay here for the night. I . . . I . . . I’m broke. This motel is everything I've got . . .  and I have to pay the mortgage tomorrow or else they’re going to take our motel away from us.” Susan blurted out, not sure why she was telling everything to a complete stranger.

I get it, is there something I can do?”

I don’t know why I’m telling all this to you, but I think I need someone to talk to. My husband is working 15 hours a day and all I can do is sit here and wait for customers! How am I going to raise 10,000 dollars tomorrow?”Susan was raising her voice without knowing it.

Can I do something to help you?” the man asked her again.

I’m sorry sir; I should not be pestering you with all my problems. It’s a dollar for the coffee, sir.” Susan could see that the man was a little troubled when he was asked for the money.

 “I've got no money on me, can you take this watch instead?” the man removed his watch and held it out towards her.

No sir, I cannot take a Rolex for one dollar! . . . Pay it when you come here sometime later.” She said, refusing his offer.

The man smiled at her and left the motel after drinking his coffee. Susan was clearing the table, just after a man in a Gucci suit, wearing a Rolex watch and driving a jaguar had just drunk a cup of coffee in her motel for free. She was shocked that the man did not pay him even after listening to all her sob stories. She lifted the cups carefully and placed them on a tray. She took out the napkins from under the cup and found an envelope with a note over it.

 

You deserve my help. If you want to pay me back for my help, then pay it forward. Help the next deserving person you meet.

Billy Madison

Susan opened the envelope and her heart made a jump, someone random customer had just tipped her with 10,000 dollars. She ran out of the lobby and saw the jaguar speeding away in a distance; she couldn't even thank the man. Susan stormed into one of the motel’s room’s.

John . . . John! Wake up! Look at this note!” Susan screamed at the top of her voice. “Our motel is saved! A customer just gave me a tip of 10,000 dollars!”She said, with her face as bright as the summer’s sun.

John could not believe his own ears; he woke up and carefully took the note in his greasy hands.

Oh . . . Bill! . . .  If it was not HIM who sent me to you . . . then WHO sent you back to me?”

 

 

 

 


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