Slain in the Spirit

M. Stanley Bubien

"Jesus loves you," I told her for the tenth time.

"Really?" she whispered, handkerchief to her eyes, hesitantly---as if afraid, truly afraid to believe. But, all at once, tears began to pour forth, and, opening her arms, she lunged forward to embrace me.

I held up my hand.

She halted. Her head tilted sideways, and she wiped absently at a stray tear.

Muffling the microphone behind my back, I leaned toward her and said, "Let's get one thing straight. Jesus may love you, but that does not mean I do too. Okay?"

Her head jerked backward, and she faltered. I caught her with one arm before she slid to the floor. With my free hand, I produced the microphone and cried, "Yes! Another slain in the spirit!"

Copyright ©1997 M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.

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September, 1997 Issue #17

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