I was sitting in church. An evangelist ministered in song, the parishioners waved their hands in the air, others fanned themselves, some stood to their feet and clapped their hands as she sang, “Blessed assurance Jesus is mine.”
As the congregation lifted its voices in praise I felt a wind. Like that of Acts 2:2, “And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house….”
I asked my husband if he ate the piece of gum that I had given him. “Yes,” he said.
Then what is that smell? It was strong and powerful and nearly toxic. Then I realized the smell was coming from the mouth of a man sitting in front of me.
I stood like the others, fanning myself, pretending to be hot, but desperately seeking a whiff of fresh air.
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