“Or drank. I spent the rest of the day nursing cramps and nausea and the ever-present runs. The doc gave me something for the symptoms, and by the start of the evening, I was feeling better. I gave the letter to Owen to the truck drivers to post. I lay there, listening to the roar of truck after truck bringing loads of refugees to the camps. “Clint, the show’s on!” Elsa exclaimed, squatting over me. “Come on. You can’t miss this. You said you want to see things for yourself. Well, this is it! No...w you’ll see what everything is all about.” I sat up, my face a little green. “Can’t you see that I’m sick?” The journalist shook her head, taunting me. “Don’t be a wimp. I’m tired of all your big talk. Go out on a limb for once and put your Christ to the test. He’ll protect you. He’s your lucky charm, right?” If you wanted to provoke a Christian, all you had to do was have a nonbeliever ask you to put the Lord to the test. I knew what I had to do. I swung my legs over the edge of the cot, stretched my arms overhead, and asked Elsa to give me my pants.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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