What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?
There are times when I can't help but believe that God exists. Or it could be one of his angels hanging around to lend a helping hand. Like that time when I was in a supermarket picking out tomatoes and a stranger came up to me, thrust one of those perforated plastic bags my way saying, “Here, this is for you. I got it for you.” Before I could say anything he had quietly glided away, pushing his shopping cart.
Or that afternoon when raindrops started to fall just as I stepped off the kerb. Out of nowhere, a Japanese lady appeared with a large umbrella. She gestured, offering to shelter me. Did I hold her arm or did she link hers in mine? What was the color of the umbrella? Did she even speak to me? I don't remember any of that. All I remember was the sun was still shining even as the rain hit harder on our umbrella. After we ran across the road safely, she gave a sunny me smile before diving into the rain to head back to the other side of the street.
There are days when God is out for a bit of fun. Some months ago my colleagues and I were in the MRT. “Did you hear about the fire that happened in AA building yesterday?” one asked. “I used to work in the same building, you know?”
“Really?" I answered in surprise. "I used to work in AA building too!” As she went on to tell us about what she had read about the fire, I suddenly noticed him - a boy leaning beside the train door, a pair of white earphones stuck in his ears. Printed on the front of his T-shirt was this:
Coincidence, or God's sense of humour?
