Brother Noodlow delivered truth from the word of God with the steady beat of his fist upon the handmade pulpit. The New Derael tent revival was not an event for the faint of heart. The whole community had prayed in revival and Godís will prevail, it would come. Under the canvas covering fervor was at a high pitch.
Folks in the community had lived hard lives. For some this meant hearts had hardened in the process of survival. Some had become just become down right mean.
Mrs. Ester Prong was one of those, but she had come to New Derael that way. Esterís coming into the community and the process of fittiní in had not been a pleasant experience for her nor the members of the community. And folks with Biblical knowledge judged her name as unbefitting to her character.
Ester Prong was probably the last person you would expect to see at the New Derael Tent Revival but somehow she had been moved to come and found a seat off in the back corner. There she sat unnoticed untilÖ.
The hand of God reached down and helped her from her chair. Almost trancelike she began to move forward toward the fire and brimstone words emanating from the revival preacherís mouth, drawing her like a magnet.
Past the rows of wooden fold-up chairs filled with pious community members, her cane dragging, marking each step as she walked. Down to the very front she wandered. Heads and minds began to turn away from the thundering message to gaze and ponder upon the state of Mrs. Prong. Her presence made all the more imposing by the cloud of dust particles, stirred from the dirt floor to create an aura around her.
Mesmerizoricly, the words from Bro. Noodlow began to grip her hardened heart until the power of it was too much for her body.
She lay as still as death on the dirt floor: God did heart surgery.
In one lighting flash she was redeemed, refined by the fire, washed white as snow and her sins became history; covered by the blood of the lamb.
The community watched as Mrs. Prong rose from the dirt floor, hardly recognizing her softened face, glowing with a new radiance. She began to brush the dust from her garments, cleaning the outside just as God had cleaned the inside.
Mrs. Ester Prong preparing to be a woman for such a time as this; changing the history of New Derael, from this point forward.
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