Messenger Meets Messenger
This is Abraham.
He works at the gas station I pulled into last night at around 10 pm.
He was changing the garbage at the pump and when I asked him how he was doing, he turned to face me and I saw fire in his eyes. Like the fire from the burning bush atop of Mount Sinai.
He told me to have faith in god. To work. To not worry about what was happening around me.
And he smiled when I told him my name is Gabe.
“Ahh Gabriel,” he said pointing up to the heavens. “You’re the one god chose to tell all of them.”
But the truth is dear reader, one way or another, we’re all messengers.
P.S. he also loved when I told him my grandfather’s name is/was Abraham.