Faith

Pastor James was a man of faith. His belief was simple and pure, childlike and innocent, yet firm and unwavering as a rock. He was in fact the most faithful man who had ever, or would ever, live. He knew this simply because God had hold him so. He would never have believed it otherwise, because Pastor James was also a humble man.

For the first time in his life, Pastor James felt uncertain. Looking out over the smiling, eager faces of his congregation this Sunday morning tore at his heart. Their faith and trust had been placed in his hands and he was going to disappoint all of them. With a trembling, sweaty hand, he reached under the pulpit for the glass of water he kept there and, spilling some down his front, he drank deeply. As he replaced the near-empty glass he glanced worriedly again at his notes entitled:

LAST NIGHT, GOD SPOKE TO ME. HE TOLD ME HE DOESN’T EXIST

It sounded crazy and, perhaps in an attempt to justify it, his mind reeled back to the events of the previous evening...

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