• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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The Blind Preacher

Alma was a blind preacher in a red brick church in a small southern town. Everyone said how powerful and poignant her sermons were. The congregation believed she was divinely inspired and had a resonating voice that could rouse any soul out of deep spiritual sleep.

“I can see the truth better than most people with eyes,” she said.

Her mission was to bring people together of all creeds and colors. “I have a vision,” she shouted into the microphone with sweat pouring down her cheeks. “I’m not the blind one! Because I can find my way out of the dark!”

She banged the podium. “Those who don’t have faith are the blind ones!”

Her congregation all stood up and cheered.