Dialing the Divine

What If You Could Call God Like a Hotline?

Not pray. Not meditate. Not whisper into the sky and hope for a sign that doesn’t involve birds pooping on your windshield. I mean actually call God.

You dial the number — probably something old-school like 1-800-PRAY-NOW — and after one polite ring, He picks up.

God: “This is God. Creator of time, space, and the algorithms you keep fighting with on LinkedIn. What’s on your heart?”

Me: “Okay, first of all, thank You for taking my call. I know You’re busy, what with keeping stars from crashing into each other and untangling human free will, but I just needed some clarity.”

God: “Go on.”

Me: “Am I… doing it wrong? Life, I mean. I keep applying. Showing up. Trying to stay positive. But some days it feels like I’m screaming into a void and calling it ‘faith.’”

God: “So you’re human. Noted.”

Me: “And what’s with the silence? Like, I’ll pray and then wait. And then I’ll wait some more. And then I’ll start to spiral and interpret the silence as rejection.”

God: “It’s not rejection. It’s redirection. I don’t ghost people—I guide them.”

Me: “Well… respectfully, Your guidance feels a lot like being on hold.”

God: “Patience builds perspective. And besides, while you were busy doubting, I was busy orchestrating.”

Me: “Yeah, but from down here, it just feels like everyone else is getting called back and I’m still stuck in the lobby.”

God: “Because I’m not preparing you for their story. I’m preparing you for yours.”

Me: “Okay… wow. That was deep. But also, can I get like a sneak peek? Even a little spoiler?”

God: “Spoiler: It’s going to be better than what you prayed for. But not easier. Growth never is.”

Me: “Right. That’s what I was afraid You’d say.”

God: “And yet, you keep dialing.”

Me: “Because I need to believe this waiting isn’t wasted.”

God: “It’s not. It’s sacred.”

Me: “And what if I mess it up?”

God: “You’re not powerful enough to ruin My plan. I can use everything. Even your detours. Even your doubt.”

Me: “Even the three-day job that ended in chaos and left me questioning my identity?”

God: “Especially that one.”

Me: “Okay. So… I’ll keep walking?”

God: “Yes. With your head up, heart open, and a sense of humor. You’re going to need all three.”

Me: “Thank You. For answering. For not judging. For being… well, You.”

God: “Always. Call Me anytime. I never sleep, and I never screen My calls.”

Sometimes I wish it was that easy. That I could just hear His voice without having to sift through the chaos of life to find it.

But maybe He is answering. In the peace that shows up after the breakdown. In the stranger’s encouragement. In the strength you didn’t know you had until you needed it.

Maybe you don’t need a heavenly phone line to know He hears you.

Maybe… the silence isn’t absence.

Maybe it’s presence in disguise.