He had better things to do

He Had Better Things to Do
By Laura McHale Holland

He walked to his office window and opened the blinds. As the sun shone on his face, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes. The warmth was so much more appealing than the presentation slides waiting on his laptop, he took another breath and another and another. It seemed with each breath the sunlight was not just warming him; it was flowing in and around and through him and filling the room.

But then his phone beeped, a reminder of the morning staff meeting. He turned from the window, picked up his laptop and walked out his office door. His mind filled with percentages and profit margins as he walked toward the conference room. Passing through the reception area, he glanced in the wall mirror and saw he had a halo. Just like Jesus. He had a halo.

He put his laptop down on the reception desk, took off his employee badge and put that on the desk, too. Then he walked out the front door. His father was calling him. He had better things to do than stay at work.