I have reflected on this funny experience over the years and find it a great metaphor for our own lives. How many times do we get to stand right in the midst of God and communicate with Him? Unlike our little cub scout example, where he was obviously and overtly in the middle of the police station, sometimes we are standing in His presence without realizing it.
I hold the receiver ready to talk to God when I kneel beside my bed, when I spend time with my children, when I look across the table at a restaurant at my husband, who loves me. I hold the receiver when I read a meaningful book, or when I am served by someone else. I call, He answers.