Short Stories

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The mini cab arrived. Books filled with life giving words were stacked inside.
The members of a certain gospel team were getting ready. The driver temporarily parked the cab.
“Buddies! How long will it take?” He asked. “Five members are here. Within half an hour I hope.” Responded the stall’s facilitator. The display table had already been fixed. The pasted posters were appealing. From the entrance of the cab the members stood in a line till the display table. The process of unloading began. The driver after having seen the work in progress strolled off to share some snacks and a cup of lemon tea.

Three-fourths of the work got completed. Suddenly some shrieking noise surrounded that place. “How dare you sell these books? Even if you have prior permission, we will not allow you do this. Do you understand?” So saying, stepped a gang leader who had a gruff voice. “Come on! Show me the facilitator here. I’ll break some of his bones. Then this activity will cease.” His supporters joined hands with him. They looked like hooligans. Rotten tomatoes and egg flew in the air. Sand was thrown at them.

The gospel team members stopped work immediately. Meanwhile other members also came rushing to the spot. A temporary shield was unfolded and the books were protected. Some strengthened the facilitator. Others prayed. “Lord! We have come to this place following your guidance. Please protect Your people. Be a wall of fire around our team members. May they cause no harm. These people who do not know Your power have come upon us like floods. We are passing through the waters. Please be with us.”

A well-dressed man got down from a limousine. He looked at the leader of the mob and signaled him to come. Like a snake that obeys the charmer, he rushed to the place where the limousine stood. He drove the vehicle and left the place. The mob dispersed.

The unknown man came walking towards the facilitator. “Son! Carry on with the work. They will trouble you no more.” He purchased two books titled ‘The Voice of my Cry’ and ‘Prayer brings Victory’. Paying the price he kept walking towards the gospel meeting venue after having said “God bless you.” The facilitator rubbed his eyes. Partly with fear and joy. “What’s happening?” he thought. He could not believe his own eyes. Where did that stout, stunted, sinister like gang leader disappear?

The facilitator remembered the promise of God, “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.” (Isaiah 43:2 NKJV)

The unknown man was the commissioner of that city who loved the Lord very dearly. The sales on that day soared high to reach the maximum ever recorded.

5/4/06 5 p.m.
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