Rescued Redeemed Raptured

The worship music began, and all of the Christians were singing, raising their hands in worship, crying, and praising Jesus. They were falling under the power of the Holy Spirit. I knew their God was powerful, but I intended on diminishing His power by killing His evangelist. His worshipers were phony actors paid by the evangelist anyway. Zeriba was about to show them who was master and chief in this world. Well, events did not quite happen the way I had intended. When one of the pastors got close to me, I pretended to faint under the power of the Holy Spirit. I did not give him a chance to touch me or pray for me. When I was called to the platform, I walked up there confidently with murder in my heart. As soon as I stepped on that stage, I was accosted by three big, burly pastors. They barely touched me, and I collapsed like a house of cards. I was lying on the ground, burning up inside. I heard someone say, “demons of hell come out of him in the name of Jesus Christ.” They repeated it several times. I felt like the air was being released from my lungs; I felt lighter, as if I had lost twenty pounds. When I became fully conscious, I looked around as someone pulled me to my feet. Thousands of people stretched their arms toward me and prayed in some unknown languages.