"Woman And The Wall (Religious/Abstract)" by L. ´Dave´ Mitchell

Stacey noticed a few things wrong with the wall. The first problem she found was the color. Secondly, it was too short. She already knew those things, she came to expect those aspects of the wall. They seemed more noticeable; something about a short, green wall seemed colder than it had been in the past. It may have had something to do with the fact that the wall stopped responding.

"Please, talk to me, Wall," Stacey pleaded. She sat down. "I’m not leaving until you respond!" Her arms folded, Stacey prepared for the answer.

Nothing happened. The wall remained silent.

"Why haven’t you answered my question?" Stacey whined to the wall. She straightened up and looked over it, straining her ears; maybe the other side was responding. The other side said nothing, of course. Stacey knew that the side of the wall she sat on was the talking side. Hitting the ground impatiently with her palms, Stacey started to beg a response from the wall. "Pleeeeeassssee!"

Nothing again. The wall never remained so quiet before. Stacey stood up and, without dusting off her plaid skirt, walked once around the entire wall to make sure no one was around. As she suspected, no one was near the wall. The situation confused her more as the wall was silent only around other people.

The ground shook. The wall prepared to talk.

"Woman," the wall said in a low bass, shaking the nearby tree, "you must not ask these questions of a mere wall." The wall ended its sentence; the ground still rumbled as it was not done speaking but waiting for more questions.

Stacey was taken aback. "Why must I not? You always answered my questions before, Wall."

The wall paused, then responded. "I am not the Lord. Do not make me out to be He that is the Lord."

"I don’t understand."

"Do not make me your deity. A Savior has already been given to you by God, the Lord." The rumbling stopped, the wall said its peace.

Stacey knew that when the ground stopped shaking, the wall would not respond for another twenty-four hours. She stood up, this time making sure to wipe off any dirt from her plaid skirt, and headed back to the town. "Who is this God? A Savior? Why did Wall direct me to this God, this Lord?"

Stopping, Stacey looked around her. "God? Wall said that You exist. Please speak with me."

God responded right away, and Stacey began to talk with Him.

Acts 28:28—"Be it known therefore unto you, that the salvation of God is sent unto the Gentiles, and [that] they will hear it."