Short story: A tale about the mind, and the heart

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The old preacher had sat down on the park bench in the park, with the intention, to read a few paragraphs from his bible, intending to choose his readings, for his next week's weekly sermon. His mind was fixed intently on his reading, when he felt a tugging at his heart. He looked all around him, and he saw nothing. And so, he then stood up, and he had a second, more thorough, look around his immediate surrounds. It was then that he saw someone sitting up on a high branch of the tree behind him. This man was grinning, as he told him, "Most people do not ever notice that I am here, overlooking them on that bench, so how was it that you knew that I was here, my friend?" The preacher man replied: "Even with my mind engaged, my heart always remains open to any need that is situated in my vicinity." "What is your need, my friend?" The man looked at Fred, the old preacher, and simply said. "To be noticed for who I am. You have done that for me now." And with that, he was gone. "Perhaps, it was just a figment in my imagination," the old preacher-man thought to himself, "or perhaps, it was one of God's angels sent to test if my heart remained opened, to my surrounds, even as I read his scriptures." Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Fred always obeyed quickly any pulling, or tugging, that he felt in his heart. Fred knew that it was a gentle nudging of him, by God.