Orange lights flashed about the room. Demons, ghost, witches, skeletons and all kinds of weird costumed people danced about me. People were drinking and acting crazy. My cousin, Jean, was dressed like a hooker and her sister Elaine was dressed like a princess. I was the Angel. Orange and black lights flashed about the shiny orange dance floor. But I couldn't dance. I knew I wasn't supposed to be there.
I could feel the Holy Spirit upon me so strong. “Lord, what are you doing here?” I whispered. An answer came back to me. “No, the question is what are you doing here?” I tried to ignore it.
“Come on girl, lets get free,” said Elaine pulling me onto the dance floor.
“No, Elaine, I can't dance. Stop.... Please,” I said, as she pulled me onto the dance floor by force.
I tried to dance but I felt stupid. My heart was pounding. I didn't belong. I just wanted to go home.
Some guy dressed like a red devil came up as I was dancing and began to dance with me. All I could think was, “God, get me out of here.”
“Are you my garden Angel,” he whispered pulling me close to him as we danced. I could smell beer on his breath.
“No,” I quickly replied, pushing myself away from him.
I found myself quickly leaving the dance floor and looking for shelter. Where could I go? I looked about the club and made a quick dash towards the ladies room. Unfortunately, a lot of women were hanging out in there, smoking, gossiping, putting on make up, and doing some sinful things, I'd rather not name.
I went into a bathroom stall and stood there for a moment. Tears began to swell up in my eyes. I whispered a prayer to God. “God, I'm sooo sorry for being here. Please, help me. Don't forsake me.”
I felt His presence surround me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I thought about the people around me. This was their celebration. It was Halloween and they were enjoying the night. But... I knew inside they were empty. Many were hurting. Most of them lost. If only they knew the love of my God. If only they could feel His sweet presence. “God, help me make restitution for even coming here with my cousins,” I prayed. I wiped the tears away feeling Him strengthening me. I prayed for Him to touch and change the lives of each and every person there.
Suddenly, I heard giggling and looked up to see three young women leaning over the top the of the bathroom stall looking down at me. “Hi, “ I said leaving quickly. More laughter. I walked out the bathroom, just as the MC was talking.
“Hey, You... Pretty Angel that just walked out the bathroom. Come up here and say something on the mic.” He said pointing to me.
I looked around. Surely he couldn't mean me. Jean, quickly ran to my side, grabbed my hand and dragged me up to the stage where the MC was. “God help,” I prayed silently. An Orange spotlight shone bright upon me.
“Hey Pretty Angel, What does Halloween mean to you?” He asked in his deep voice.
God, do I lie, I thought to myself. What do I say.
“Well, I'm representing an Angel tonight, with a message from God for all of you,” I heard myself saying.
“And what's that message from God, baby.”
“Well...That God loves you so much He sent His only Son Jesus to die for your sins. It doesn't matter who you are or what you've done. He loves you and welcomes you with open Arms. He's real.” I handed him back the mic and walked to the door of the club. The place was silent for a moment. Then some people started to mumble, others laughed and mocked. But the atmosphere had been penetrated with His Word and many were still thinking about it.
I walked out into the night air. Jean and Elaine didn't follow me. I was shaking still, but I felt His warmth around me. I saw an Orange sign that read, “Happy Halloween” I whispered, “God, even Halloween night is Yours.”
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