Thursday, February 10, 2011
Thousand: Two Hundred Eighty-Two
When I told my story at group, I held the lily to my breast, and when when I when I got to that point in the story where that amazing man touched me, I extended the lily and I could see everybody’s eyes were fixed on the lily. It was like my heart was coming out of me again, like they were seeing the real me. One of the men, his name was James, he asked, Was it Jesus? And I said, I don’t know. But I could see he was so eager, he didn’t hear me. It was Jesus,
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A pentecostal assembly or some such event. Powerful story. I can see it all. And as ever with your writing Glenn, I wonder were it will lead.
where it leads ... a lot can happen in 71,700 words.
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