Short story: The Counsellor

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Jack Jackson, was a counsellor, who worked for a phone-help service, called "problemlike". The idea of the phone-in was to try to get people to "like" their problems. If we like ourselves, even with our problems, we can start to see them in a new light. Jack was the founder of this service, and he used to say that once we hold our problems up to the light of God, or of love, or even to just another person, it allows us to see the holes in ourselves, in a whole new light. Talking to Jack, his callers are usually heart-wrenchingly honest, about themselves. They are really wanting to be helped. Then, one day, late at night, 10 pm, actually, a caller called in, and he said that his name was, "God." "I have this problem," he said to Jack. "A few thousand years ago, I sent my son down there, and they killed him off. I have been thinking of sending now, my daughter. Do you think that she would be safe, or would they kill her off too?" Jack thought to himself that this must be some type of a nutter, so he replied: "Well, we have not changed much since then, so, I am sure that we would probably do the same to her too." "Good," said God. "That's exactly what I thought too." "I will send her soon then." God hung up the phone, but then he rang back again, hoping to get another operator, but he got Jack again. Jack, said, knowing his voice already, "So, it's you again, God." This time the voice, simply said, "Well, it's about time that somebody knows my voice. I have been speaking to people for years, and nobody else has ever recognised it." Jack said, "Well, it is a distinctively deep sonorous voice." God said, "Yes, this was a test for you. When my daughter arrives, I want her to be raised by you as an adopted daughter. She will arrive soon, as this time I am taking the short route, and sending her as already an adult person." "You will recognise her, when she says the name, June to you, June Godson, is her name." And, God hang off the phone. Jack took not too much notice of the call, but he was surprised when a week later, he had a knock on the studio door, where he was working from, and a young pretty girl, of about 25, said to him that she was June Godson. He took her in, and he made her a cup of tea, and he asked he how was the trip, and how is the old boy. "I will keep you under my wing, and you will do better than which your brother did ,those thousands of years ago," he told her, reassuringly. Just, one week later, though, a body was found on a remote beach in the area. She, as it was a young girl, of only around 25 years of age, had been raped, and brutally murdered, by a gang of local youths, all high on the drug, ice. Jack had been again working at the studio. He had left June in his house, but she, feeling like a walk, along the nearby beach, had been summarily attacked, and killed there. Jack did not know, until he got another call from God that night too. God said to Jack. "It is worse now than then." and he rang off. Jack later discovered June missing from his house, and in the morning, a passing jogger found the body on the beach, and Jack went forwards, and identified it as being June. God now had had both of his cheeks slapped by mankind. What will he do next? God only knows! Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Even June's rosary beads, which she always carried with her, did not save her, that night