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She felt his hot, intermittent breathe run down from his pointy nose down her spine as he positioned himself behind her. The cold, sharp, stainless steel crept its way around her neck and started to cut into her soft skin when it rested. She winced and the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead and temple began to fall.
In front of her, a youth in his late teens held up a phone and she felt the lens of its camera come alive and even more those of her family, also pierced right through her skin adding to her anguish. Their palpitating eyes said it all; she could feel it but there was nothing she could do and she could not do what the men asked, not even if it would give her the chance to see her family again. Or could she? After all, she served a forgiving Lord. Continue reading “Crazy Pastor”→
Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote sums up what runs through my mind. “all I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all that I have not seen.”
Prayer for Nathaniel Bassey
Awesome God, you are the God of awesome wonders. Blessed be your name! Continue to reveal your awesomeness to Nathaniel Bassey! Great God, thank you. Amen.
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You know what blows my mind when I consider how great God is? That all I know, all I can know; everything recorded in man’s history about God’s greatness is not all there is to God’s greatness. In fact, that is just the beginning. He is infinitely GREAT! At that point, I stop thinking and…and I just have to worship…I just do…
The confidence the choir exuded was enough to tell anyone that they were really going to kill the song. One could only imagine the number of months they used for rehearsing that particular song. Oh, they have sung this song five times already this year. “Practice makes perfect indeed.”
Previously on The Storyteller's mercy
All of a sudden, the bus swerved sharply to the left and then to the right
again. Amidst the blaring horns, blinding headlights and piercing screams,
I heard a loud collision and then the side of the bus where I was seated
began to lift off the ground. Unfortunately, I was not wearing a seat belt
so I flew out of my seat. Neither was she.
[Main character’s narration in navy blue text]
Beep. Beep. Beep…
My eyes fluttered opened but I quickly closed it as quickly as I opened it. Wincing and squinting, I tried opening my eyes again only to see a huge white figure standing over me. The person, who was holding a book, seemed to be searching for something in it. My name?