|
Posted by thisbeit on December 14, 2007, 8:30 am
At what time during this conversation did you think that the preacher's
hand's would begin to wander down towards your privates and the preacher's
wife's clothes would come flying off?
> Way back in the early days of my career I was turned on to a connection
> with a very wealthy and famous religious person that was wanting to build
> a new home on the river.
> He had a weekly TV show, a giant church with thousands of attendees and
> everybody heard of or knew this guy as he was well liked throughout the
> community.
> He was a personable chap and we got along quite well though I must admit I
> was intimidated around him, much like being around a judge or neurosurgeon
> or astronaut.
> His wife was very formal and gracious and they were very professional and
> acccomodating.
> Like I said, I was new at this thing and all of it was terrifying.
> Before and after each meeting, and there were many, they would insist on a
> prayer---which ended up more like a church sermon than anything else, but
> I obliged them.
> Afterall, this was my opportunity to have the preacher put money in my
> collection plate.
>
> During one of the meetings the wife had to leave and the preacher and I
> were alone and thats when he assumed his position.
> He started to tell me how successful I will be someday.
> If I believe in (his) lord jesus.
> He kept insisting on this, though I knew it already.
> But I let him run on and on none the less.
> At one point he was sitting right directly in front of me and our knees
> were almost touching and he had his hand on my shoulder and was staring
> right into my eyes and telling me to envision the type of sign I would
> have on my opulent office building.
> He told me to think about all the little details about my office and my
> career and business.
> "Focus Don, FOCUS!"
> "Focus on your future!"
>
> Suddenly I heard some whimpering.
> WTF?
> But I kept staring at him and paying attention.
> Quite frankly, the boy was scaring the be-jeezziss outta me and I wouldn't
> dare look away.
>
> I heard some whimpering, from behind me.
> I needed desperately to turn around and see what was going on but I
> daresent take my eyes off the preacher.
> GOD himself was starring into my very soul and I could feel it in every
> single fiber of my being.
>
> Then I heard a voice, very low, barely discernable.
> It was a female voice.
> Barely a mumble.
> It got a little louder.
> The preacher was turning up the tempo.
> "Repent, Don, brother REPENT!"
>
> Mumble, mumble.
>
> "Ask Gee Zuss to be your savior and salvation will be yours, eternal life
> everlasting."
> "Do it NOW!"
>
> She was speaking a foreign language but I couldn't tell which one.
>
> She got louder.
> Her words were audible now but still undecipherable.
>
> I had to see what was looming behind me, I just had to.
>
> So I turned around.......
>
> It was the preachers wife, she had slipped back into the room without my
> hearing her.
>
> She looked just like she did before she left.
> But.....
>
> Now she was sitting bolt upright in a straightback chair, her hands were
> crossed over her chest, her head was thrown back, and her lips were a
> flurry of activity as words, partial words, sounds and gutteral responses
> were emitted from her mouth.
>
> I was halfway expecting to see fleets of locusts coming lurching out of
> her mouth.
>
> She was shaking uncontrollably, vibrating, and suddenly her arms were
> thrust outward, openly and her eyes were open widely and she screamed,
> 'Jesus, save this sinner!'
>
> The preacher had both hands on both my shoulders and was applying downward
> pressure as if to keep satan himself from evacuating me from the premisis.
> He had an angry, painful look on his face, like he was under a tremendous
> strain.
>
> It was scary man, real scary.
>
> I was expecting hurricanes and flames and shit to start coming out from
> everywhere, and the very earth to start trembling.
>
> Did I say it was scary.
>
> This shit was downright SCARY!!!!
>
> I've seen some pretty scary shit before, but this stuff was coming in from
> another angle, if you know what I mean.
>
> The screaming subsided back to a whimper and then the whimpering too
> stopped.
> The preacher slowly let go of me and the winds and flames died down.
> The earth stopped shaking.
> I saw rays of sun streaming in through all the windows and I was aware of
> birds outside.
>
> The preacher sat back in his chair, his wife came around in front with a
> smile on her face, and though her hair was slightly disheveled she offered
> not one hint as to what had transpired only moments before.
> Its like I was dreaming, having a vivid Tarentino nightmare and suddenly
> awakened in the presence of these two people.
>
> The preacher got up and went to his wife, looked at me and asked if I'd
> like something to drink.
>
> I said no and that I had to go to another appointment in a few minutes.
>
> Then I told them I would call them the next day and set an appointment for
> our next meeting on their home design.
>
> I thought about what had happened for a long time afterwards.
>
> But not in the way you might imagine............
>
>
| 
Yahoo! 
Google 
Windows Live 
del.icio.us 
digg 
Netscape 
XML Sitemap