The Real Proof

The man in the pale blue suit, acknowledged as a Defender of Christianity, was squeezed between a narrow hallway and a spacious lecture hall. He raised his arms almost in a gesture of prayer as dozens of his readers clustered into his space, eager for his personal regard and his unique message meant for no one else. He was trapped but he displayed both cheeks and an amiable manner. On a large table his seven books were piled, like towers, housing his knowledge which had aged into wisdom. A young woman, graced with a springlike loveliness, and slender enough to squeeze closer, stretched her right hand across the table. He grasped it just as someone behind pushed her, and two of the towers collapsed. The look of shock on her face moved him and he said, "Don't worry, young lady. This accident means we will never forget our meeting." She rallied. "Oh, Professor, your books are the menu in the feast of my life! " He was suddenly at a loss, bit it didn't last. "Young lady, my books are meant to collapse. They are just objects filled with dusty words, but you are the living reality." Their smiles bonded them. Late that night, the subject that would be his magnum opus gently eased into his thinking. He saw her smiling face when the title appeared to him: THE SAINTS AMONG US: REAL PROOF OF GOD'S EXISTENCE.