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I sat there waiting for the preacher. I was told she'd be done in about 45 minutes; a glance at the wall clocks tells me it's already 63 minutes 35 seconds since I started waiting. I really should go. Sincerely, I don't think she could help me anyway. I thought she had it all together, but of course, she's got her own troubles. Who knows what more troubles she's got besides a sick father who needs more than one straight hour of phone call . Where is Jesus? I thought she said Jesus could do anything.
The office, although not so large is tastefully designed and decorated. By now, I'm on the eighty seventh count of the ceiling boards. There are twenty two bulbs; one of them slightly out of place, a little adjustment to the right will do the job. I think I'm beginning to get really hungry. The ceiling color at the time I entered this office was white, now it's turning yellow and my last round of bulb count was twenty three. I guess I'm beginning to see double. Waiting this long will get anyone seeing double. I've counted the ceiling, the bulbs, the tiles, the patterns on the sofa and everything else. "Bored"; I need something else to count; I might as well leave now.
The secretary seem polite but too busy to pay me any attention. She's perhaps in her late 20's. She had asked me if I had an appointment; I said, "no". She asked what it as about. I replied, "personal". She seemed to be used to people not revealing the reason they came to see the preacher. Maybe I should have told her, she may have spared me all the counting exercises by telling me something like, "sorry, Jesus doesn't give jobs, stupid".
"She will see you now" I was too immersed in my thoughts to hear. The secretary repeated, "she'd see you now, you can go in". "Oh really? Yeah...for sure," I stuttered, hoping I was really sure about what I came here to do. My heart pounds; is this visit about my JOBLESSNESS situation or about this beautiful preacher?
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I sat there waiting for the preacher. I was told she'd be done in about 45 minutes; a glance at the wall clocks tells me it's already 63 minutes 35 seconds since I started waiting. I really should go. Sincerely, I don't think she could help me anyway. I thought she had it all together, but of course, she's got her own troubles. Who knows what more troubles she's got besides a sick father who needs more than one straight hour of phone call . Where is Jesus? I thought she said Jesus could do anything.The office, although not so large is tastefully designed and decorated. By now, I'm on the eighty seventh count of the ceiling boards. There are twenty two bulbs; one of them slightly out of place, a little adjustment to the right will do the job. I think I'm beginning to get really hungry. The ceiling color at the time I entered this office was white, now it's turning yellow and my last round of bulb count was twenty three. I guess I'm beginning to see double. Waiting this long will get anyone seeing double. I've counted the ceiling, the bulbs, the tiles, the patterns on the sofa and everything else. "Bored"; I need something else to count; I might as well leave now.
The secretary seem polite but too busy to pay me any attention. She's perhaps in her late 20's. She had asked me if I had an appointment; I said, "no". She asked what it as about. I replied, "personal". She seemed to be used to people not revealing the reason they came to see the preacher. Maybe I should have told her, she may have spared me all the counting exercises by telling me something like, "sorry, Jesus doesn't give jobs, stupid".
"She will see you now" I was too immersed in my thoughts to hear. The secretary repeated, "she'd see you now, you can go in". "Oh really? Yeah...for sure," I stuttered, hoping I was really sure about what I came here to do. My heart pounds; is this visit about my JOBLESSNESS situation or about this beautiful preacher?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Ye dil mange more...!!!!
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