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Chapter
Seven It
was something – almost a non-sequitur, that the old bum shouted in his
animated ramblings that bothered Cynthia.
They called him Crazy Preacher and he was the town joke. Crazy
Preacher just stood there outside Drunion’s cafeteria with his beaten up
old Bible, continuously ranting and raving about God. No one, not even
Cynthia, took him seriously, but the comment stuck in Cynthia’s mind
like an ant on molasses. She began to realize even more, that her human
spirit became super charged and fearless when treated with a liberal dose
of the Holy Spirit. So, unable to rest with the thought that she could be overlooking a clue to what she had been desperately seeking all her life, Cynthia approached the weather beaten hobo, Crazy Preacher. What she was looking for was a blessing for herself. What she found was that she was to be the instrument that was to be a blessing for Crazy Preacher. She had no idea that her curiosity and obedience would sew the seeds whose harvest years later would be an alternate and better salvation than she had begged God for for years. |
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