It's been four months, but I'm happy to be back for another post office story. If you haven't read the others, you can read them here: Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six.
Where to next?
The Post
office.
Again?
Yes.
Did you forget something?
Yes, a ticket.
Oh, you’re going on a trip?
I am.
Where to?
To see a
friend.
Is this the girl…
Yes.
Is that really advisable?
I think so.
Why?
She needs me.
Oh?
She needs
someone to be there for her.
But you of all people…
Know what it’s
like to need someone.
But doesn’t it wound your pride to go to her like this?
Why?
Because she would not come to you.
God does not
call us to protect our pride.
That’s very admirable.
I’m only doing
what God calls.
He calls you too many things.
Nothing more than
he called his own son.
If you say so.
I do.
Then I’ll take you to the post office now.
Thank you.
Just one more question.
Yes?
What are you going to do when you get there?
I have no idea.
Then I was right.
What?
You’re a fool.
Perhaps.
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