Shawn sat in his kitchen, the Bible open on the table.

  He stared at the blank pages, meditating on everything that had happened today.

  'God really… or a very powerful entity similar to Him… chose me as His messenger,' Shawn thought, feeling the weight of that reality crush him.

  'And the worst part… if I don't accept this job, I’ll most likely go to Hell when I die.'

  That idea scared him quite a bit.

  Exhausted, Shawn stood up and went back to his room.

  On his bed, he saw the Bible, but this time it was closed.

  Shawn let out a sigh before throwing himself onto the bed.

  'The day has barely started,' he thought, staring at the ceiling. 'But I don't want to do anything anymore.'

  He closed his eyes and began to sleep.

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  Hours later, Shawn woke up.

  He looked out the window and noticed it was already dark.

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  Crap!

  He shouted, jumping up.

  He had to turn in something for work before nightfall.

  But then, an idea crossed his mind.

  'Do I really have to keep working?' Shawn thought, looking at his phone.

  He had several missed calls and messages from his boss.

  'What if I take God’s job and quit my current one?'

  Shawn looked at the book on the bed.

  He took a deep breath.

  Between having a normal life and one where he can perform miracles…

  Wasn't the answer obvious?

  "I accept the job," Shawn said grudgingly.

  The book flipped open on its own.

  Fwip!

  And a very long text began to appear.

  Shawn thought it was a verse, so he began to read.

  But the more he read, the more confused he became.

  And when he read the final part, he regretted it.

  ["Oh God, who looks upon the heart of man and knows his faults even when he denies them, hear now this word spoken without deceit.

  I accept the path offered to me, not as a prize, but as correction; not as an honor, but as a lesson.

  If I have wounded with my voice, let my voice be used to announce.

  If I have despised what I did not understand, allow me to walk from that which I rejected.

  I renounce the right to present myself as I was, and I cede my form, my name, and my appearance to Your design and Your will.

  Make of me the vessel You deem necessary, even if it does not resemble what I was, even if it does not reflect what I desire.

  I consent to being sent to the world You dispose, for the time You determine, under the conditions You deem just.

  And if to fulfill Your word I must bear a face I do not recognize, I shall accept that reflection as part of my redemption."]

  Shawn froze.

  'Wait,' he thought, feeling panic begin to take hold of him.

  'I cede my form, my name, and my appearance?'

  'Being sent?'

  'A face I do not recognize?'

  "Wait, wait, wait!" Shawn screamed, staring at the book with eyes wide as saucers.

  But it was already too late.