It was Come-to-Jesus time. Pastor Bob shouted salvation while The Lamb of God dutifully pounded out a head-banging version of Rock of Ages—strobe lights pulsing.
The congregation cried, "Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Glory! Get thee behind me Satan!"
James Satan complied. He crept up behind distracted worshipers, helping himself to fat Gucci wallets and skinny Chanel handbags. Souls would be saved, and the evangelical team would share the wealth.
Satan tearfully made his way to the altar where he fell to his knees, giving his dad, Pastor Bob, a covert victory sign. The choir joyfully pealed, "There's Victory in Jesus."
Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - November, 2021
Keep it simple, Stupid!
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