"You see, brothers and sisters in the Lord," the pastor declared, his voice echoing through the bus. "There comes a time in every person's life when the Father remembers them. Today is that day for this young man. The Lord is remembering you right now, in the mighty name of Jesus!"
"Amen!" the little congregation thundered in unison.
The young man's disturbing dream had awakened a strange fear within me.
For the first time since my father's death, I was afraid.
His testimony had struck a nerve I didn't know existed, stirring thoughts I had never seriously entertained before. My mind raced as an uncomfortable warmth crept up my neck.
Could I possibly have a spiritual wife?
The question lodged itself in my mind like a thorn.
