Tim didn’t know the minister, Daniel, nor most of the other people at the small church gathering in his neighbor’s home. He was surprised when a young woman collapsed to her knees in tears and then lay on the floor as Daniel spoke words of blessing over her.
When Daniel asked Tim to tell them how he first met Jesus, he wasn’t sure how that happened, but knowing it must have, he stood, held Daniel’s hands and began telling his story, a type of incoherent, shaky narrative that went from repentance to repentance to finally moving next door to them. While speaking he thought to himself that he so wished his testimony were better.
The next thing Tim knew he was looking up at Daniel apparently from having fallen over backwards to the floor caught on the way down by a man standing behind him, just in case.
An older woman who had attended many of these meetings rushed to Daniel saying Do that to me! even though, or maybe, because, both she and Daniel knew he wasn’t the One who made Tim fall like that.
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Denise offers the prompt word “type” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.















