Capítulo 44: A Funny Divine Encounter
In the bustling city of New York, lived a woman named Clara. Clara was skeptical about most things, especially when it came to the divine. One evening, after a particularly chaotic day, she found herself wandering into an old, dimly lit church for some quiet reflection.
As she sat in a pew, a booming voice echoed through the empty space, startling her. "Clara!"
She looked around, heart racing. "Who's there?"
"I am God," the voice replied, resonating through the church.
Clara squinted up at the ceiling. "Really? God? Here?"
"Yes," the voice thundered, sounding slightly miffed. "Do you doubt me?"
Clara, ever the skeptic, crossed her arms. "Well, you don't really sound like how I imagined."
"How did you imagine I'd sound?" the voice asked, curious.
"Maybe more...angelic? Less echoey?" Clara shrugged.
"Well, this is the best I can do in this setting," the voice said, a hint of humor in its tone.
Clara chuckled despite herself. "Alright, if you're God, prove it. Tell me something only God would know."
There was a brief pause. "You've been secretly eating cake for breakfast."
Clara gasped. "How did you—okay, that's impressive."
The voice softened. "Clara, you need to slow down and take care of yourself. Life is not just about work."
Clara sighed, the truth hitting home. "Yeah, I've been running on empty lately."
"Remember to laugh, Clara. Life's too short to be taken so seriously."
"Coming from God, that's reassuring," she said with a smile.
As she stood to leave, the voice called out once more, "And Clara, lay off the cake."
She laughed, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "Thanks, God. I'll try."
With that, Clara left the church, a little more convinced that perhaps divine encounters weren't so impossible—and that they could come with a good dose of humor.
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