When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

“Gee, Gideon, you know the big boss,” I teased.
As the door opened he said, “<strong>You</strong>’ll enjoy this meeting,
John.”
We stepped into an office thickly carpeted in celestial
blue. The office was luxuriously decorated and contained several
lush plants dramatically placed throughout the well-lit
room. On the far side was a large, ornate desk behind which
sat a rather imposing figure. We walked over and Gideon proceeded
with the introductions.
“John, I’m pleased to introduce you to our chief executive
officer. He is president and chairman of the board of G &
M Enterprises.” I noticed a tremendous respect, but no fear in
Gideon’s voice as he continued, “I want you to meet God.”
For a moment I was stunned. Then I remembered that
many people refer to their bosses as “god,” and so, I quickly
regained my composure. I looked over to the person sitting
behind the desk. He seemed to be middle-aged, possessing a
powerful presence about him. His hair was jet black and his
eyes dark and piercing, somewhat like Gideon’s. Yet, as I
looked at him a little more carefully, his hair now appeared to
be lighter and his eyes blue. Must be some trick of the light, I
thought.
He rose from his chair, shook my hand and said, “Glad
you could come. My thanks to Marla and Gideon for getting
you here. I’ve been waiting for your visit for a long time.”
I mumbled something to the effect that it was also
good to be here and that I’d been looking forward to this
meeting. The one known as “God” was informally dressed—not
even a tie—although his shirt appeared to be expertly tailored
and there was an unrecognizable insignia over the right
pocket. He motioned for us to sit and asked whether we’d care
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