Shawn sat in his kitchen, the Bible open on the table.
He stared at the blank pages, meditating on everything that had happened today.
'God really… or a very powerful entity similar to Him… chose me as His messenger,' Shawn thought, feeling the weight of that reality crush him.
'And the worst part… if I don't accept this job, I'll most likely go to Hell when I die.'
That idea scared him quite a bit.
Exhausted, Shawn stood up and went back to his room.
On his bed, he saw the Bible, but this time it was closed.
Shawn let out a sigh before throwing himself onto the bed.
'The day has barely started,' he thought, staring at the ceiling. 'But I don't want to do anything anymore.'
He closed his eyes and began to sleep.
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Hours later, Shawn woke up.
He looked out the window and noticed it was already dark.
Crap!
He shouted, jumping up.
He had to turn in something for work before nightfall.
But then, an idea crossed his mind.
'Do I really have to keep working?' Shawn thought, looking at his phone.
He had several missed calls and messages from his boss.
'What if I take God's job and quit my current one?'
Shawn looked at the book on the bed.
He took a deep breath.
Between having a normal life and one where he can perform miracles…
Wasn't the answer obvious?
"I accept the job," Shawn said grudgingly.
The book flipped open on its own.
Fwip!
And a very long text began to appear.
Shawn thought it was a verse, so he began to read.
But the more he read, the more confused he became.
And when he read the final part, he regretted it.
["Oh God, who looks upon the heart of man and knows his faults even when he denies them, hear now this word spoken without deceit.
I accept the path offered to me, not as a prize, but as correction; not as an honor, but as a lesson.
If I have wounded with my voice, let my voice be used to announce.
If I have despised what I did not understand, allow me to walk from that which I rejected.
I renounce the right to present myself as I was, and I cede my form, my name, and my appearance to Your design and Your will.
Make of me the vessel You deem necessary, even if it does not resemble what I was, even if it does not reflect what I desire.
I consent to being sent to the world You dispose, for the time You determine, under the conditions You deem just.
And if to fulfill Your word I must bear a face I do not recognize, I shall accept that reflection as part of my redemption."]
Shawn froze.
'Wait,' he thought, feeling panic begin to take hold of him.
'I cede my form, my name, and my appearance?'
'Being sent?'
'A face I do not recognize?'
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shawn screamed, staring at the book with eyes wide as saucers.
But it was already too late.