Chapter 1: A near death experience
woman dies and Jesus reveals the true name of the antichrist. In a few lifeless minutes, April passed through the portals of eternity. There, Jesus guided her through visions of the future and revealed to her the name of the one who will deceive entire nations. April, can you tell us what it was like to hear the name for the first time? What did you feel at that moment? My name is April Smith. I am 42 years old and I am a literature teacher from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
I a devout Christian and have attended Riverside Baptist Church since I was a child. My life was simple and full of blessings, a loving husband, two teenage children, and a rewarding job. I taught my students wonderful stories, but I never imagined I would have an experience that would surpass any narrative I had discussed in class. It was an ordinary Wednesday, October 8th, 2025. I had just finished correcting a pile of essays and was preparing dinner for my family when I felt something strange.
At first, I thought it was just tiredness. I had worked incredibly hard that week organizing a literary event at school and caring for my mother, who was recovering from surgery. But then, as I was chopping vegetables for a salad, a crushing pain filled my chest. It was as if someone had placed an immense weight on top of me, compressing not only my body, but my very existence. I remember dropping the knife on the cutting board and gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.
I tried to call my husband, David, who was in the living room watching the news, but my voice cracked. Pain shot down my left arm to my jaw, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. My knees buckled, and I fell to the kitchen floor. David must have heard the noise because seconds later he was beside me, his face twisted with panic. I heard him yelling my name, calling for our son to answer the phone.
Call 911. He yelled, "Your mother is having a heart attack." As my family moved around me in panic, a strange calm began to envelop me. The pain was still there, but it felt more distant, as if it were happening to someone else. I remember looking at the clock on the kitchen wall, 643 p.m., and thinking it was strange to be worried about the time at that moment. The sirens came quickly. The paramedics entered our house, moving with a controlled urgency possessed only by emergency professionals.
They placed me on a stretcher, hooked me up to monitors, and began administering medication. I heard an exchange of medical terms. I saw the overhead lights flicker as they wheeled me into the ambulance and felt David's hand squeezing mine, his tears falling onto my arm. "Stay with me, April. Please stay with me," he pleaded. I wanted to respond. I wanted to say I was struggling, but my body was no longer responding to my commands.
In the ambulance, I heard one of the paramedics say, "We're losing her. She has no pulse." I began CPR. I felt the chest compressions, painful and rhythmic, but
Chapter 2: Meeting Jesus
increasingly distant. It was as if I were distancing myself from my own body, watching from above as they resuscitated me. And then the moment, an instant of transition that no human words can adequately describe. The pain disappeared completely. The heaviness disappeared. Suddenly, I was floating above my body. I observed the scene with astonishing clarity. I saw the paramedics applying the defibrillator pads to my chest, back shock.
One of my arms jerked from the impact, but the monitor still showed a flat line. It was me down there, and yet I was up here fully conscious, more alert than I had ever been in my life. There was no fear, only a quiet curiosity and a sense of peace that transcended any earthly experience. I realized I was no longer in the ambulance. The scene had changed. I was floating above the hospital emergency room.
Doctors and nurses moved around my body with choreographed precision. Time of death. 7:21p m. I heard a doctor say and a strange acceptance came over me. There was no denial or anger, just the realization that something more serious was happening. That's when I saw the tunnel. It wasn't so much something I saw, but something I felt behind me, drawing my attention. As I turned, I saw a distant light, brighter than any I'd ever seen, but it didn't hurt to look at it.
It was as if the light itself was conscious, alive, pulsing with a love that surpassed the limits of human understanding. I was drawn, not by an external force, but by a desire that came from the depths of my being. I began to move toward the light, passing through what felt like a tunnel of blue and silver energy. As I moved forward, I heard music not earthly melodies, but harmonies that resonated at a level deeper than the physical ear. It was as if each note conveyed not only sound, but meaning and emotion.
As I approached the light, it expanded, encompassing my entire field of vision. Inside, I began to distinguish shapes, presences. Some were familiar. My grandmother, who passed away when I was 16. My former shepherd, who left us three years before, even our dog, Rusty, whom I had loved so much as a child, greeted me not with words, but with a welcome and joy that transcended language. It was as if we could communicate directly, soulto soul, without the imprecision of words.
But beyond these familiar figures, there was a presence that overpowered everything. At the center of the light was him. Even before I saw him clearly, I knew who he was. Every fiber of my being recognized my savior, the Jesus I had followed, but I'd never truly known until that moment. He came closer, and I could see him with indescribable clarity. He wasn't exactly as the paintings or movies portray him.
He was infinitely more. His eyes held galaxies of compassion, a wisdom deeper than the oceans, and a love so intense that I felt completely exposed and completely accepted at the same time. His presence radiated a golden light that seemed to emanate not only from him, but through him, as if he were both the source and conduit of something far greater. He wore simple clothes that seemed woven from light itself, white with a sheen that shifted subtly with every movement.
Chapter 3: Visions of the future
April, he said, and his voice was like a million welcomes in one word. It wasn't so much a sound I heard, but a vibration that resonated with the truth of who I truly was. I fell to my knees, or what felt like knees in this non-physical form I knew before him, not out of fear or obligation. But because reverence was the only possible response to his presence, "My Lord," I whispered, though no physical sound was made. Rise, my child, he replied, reaching out his hand.
You weren't brought here to bow down, but to see. When I touched his hand, a wave of knowledge flooded me. In an instant, I understood truths I had spent a lifetime trying to decipher through Bible study and prayer. The Trinity, the incarnation, redemption. These were no longer abstract doctrines, but living realities that I could perceive as clearly as we see colors. There is much to show and little time.
Jesus said you will return to your body. April, your work on earth is not finished. But before you return, you must bear witness to what is to come so that you can warn others. With these words, the space around us began to change. We were no longer in the realm of pure light, but were floating above the earth. It was our planet, but seen from a perspective both physical and spiritually. There could be nations and continents, but also invisible currents of light and darkness flowing between them.
What you see, Jesus explained, are the prayers of the faithful. These rivers of light and the streams of deception that the enemy has spread. Watch carefully, April. The adversary has been preparing his masterpiece of deception for generations. The moment of revelation is approaching faster than most realize. As he spoke, the scene below began to focus on specific regions. I saw vast cities where people moved like ants, absorbed in their daily routines, completely oblivious to the spiritual battle raging above their heads.
Then Jesus gestured, and time seemed to speed up before my eyes. The first vision showed the events that would occur in the coming months. I saw natural disasters increasing in frequency and intensity, not as random natural phenomena, but as the birth pangs of a new age. Earthquakes will shake regions that have not trembled for centuries, he said. Storms of unprecedented force will batter the coasts.
Economic systems will reel from uncontrolled monetary fluctuations, but these physical manifestations are only the surface. Jesus looked at me with an
Chapter 4: The name of the antichrist
expression of infinite sadness mixed with divine determination. The true preparation is taking place in the realm of ideas in the hearts of men and women who have forgotten to discern truth from lies. The vision shifted and I found myself witnessing scenes that moved me. I saw great gatherings where a single voice addressed multitudes that stretched beyond the horizon. The speaker's face remained hidden, but his presence demanded absolute attention.
People wept as he spoke, reaching out toward him as if salvation itself lay before them. His words were like honey mixed with wine, intoxicating and irresistible. He spoke of unity, of healing the divisions that have torn humanity apart. He promised solutions to every crisis, answers to every question that has tormented the human heart. Nations that had been enemies for generations suddenly found common ground in their message.
This is the great deception, said Jesus, his voice heavy with sadness. He who is coming will not arrive in absolute darkness. He will appear as light itself, promising everything the world longs to hear. I watched in horror and fascination as religious leaders of all the great faiths began to proclaim this figure as the fulfillment of their prophecies. Christians scaled him the returned Christ. Muslims saw him as the medi.
Jews recognized him as their long- awaited Messiah. Somehow, however impossible, he seemed to be all things to all people. The vision continued to show me how this deception would spread through technology that does not yet exist publicly, but is already being developed in secret. I saw devices capable of projecting thoughts directly into the human mind, making people believe they were receiving divine revelation when in fact they were being programmed with lies. Television broadcasts, internet platforms, and even religious gatherings would become channels for this spiritual poison.
The very tools that should have been used to spread the truth became instruments of the greatest lie ever told. Jesus turned to me with an expression of infinite sadness mixed with divine determination. April, what you are seeing is not inevitable, but it is coming. The name by which this deceiver will be known has been hidden since the foundation of the world. But the time of concealment is coming to an end.
Then he spoke a name that seemed to resonate in every fiber of creation. It was not just letters or sounds, but a frequency that carried the essence of rebellion against all that was sacred. As soon as I heard it, I understood why it had been kept secret for so long. It was not just a name. It was a key that would unlock humanity's deepest spiritual vulnerabilities. The weight of this revelation nearly shattered my conscience.
I felt a responsibility to carry that knowledge, knowing I would have to return to warn others, but fully aware that many would refuse to believe it. But Lord, I whispered, my voice trembling in that ethereal space, how can I convey something so profound to people who can barely comprehend the spiritual battles that occur around them every day? Jesus placed his hand on my shoulder and an indescribable warmth came over me. The name I revealed to you has power. April, it should not be spoken lightly or used to instill fear in my people.
This knowledge carries a sacred responsibility. As I spoke, the view around us began to change again. I found myself standing in what looked like a vast library, but instead of books, the shelves contained scrolls of living light. Each scroll pulsed with divine energy, and I somehow understood that they contained the record of human decisions yet to be made. Watch carefully, Jesus said, as one particular scroll unfolded before us like a golden river flowing through the air.
What you
Chapter 5: The church's compromise
are about to see will help you understand how deception takes root. The scroll revealed scenes that broke my heart. I saw churches across America and the world slowly abandoning the fundamental truths they had proclaimed for centuries. Pastors stood in pullpits, their words flowing like music. But the essence of their message had been emptied. They spoke of love without mentioning sin. Of heaven without acknowledging hell, of salvation without demanding repentance.
These shepherds have prepared my flock for slaughter without realizing it. Jesus said with a voice heavy with infinite sadness by stripping away the rough edges of the truth. They have left my people unable to recognize the sword of deception when it comes. I watched as congregation after congregation embraced teachings that made them feel comfortable rather than challenged. The cross was transformed from a symbol of sacrifice to a symbol of self-improvement.
Prayer became positive thinking. worship entertainment. The fear of God which scripture calls the beginning of wisdom was discarded as obsolete theology. But Lord, I asked, how does this relate to the name you revealed? How will this figure use the weakness of the church? Jesus pointed to the unfolding vision, and suddenly I could see the connections like threads of light woven through the time. He who bears this name will not come to destroy the church from outside.
He will emerge from within. speaking the language believers want to hear while slowly redirecting their worship toward him. The scenes that followed showed me exactly how this would happen. I saw crowded Christian conferences where this figure appeared as the keynote speaker. His message was captivating in its appeal. He spoke of overcoming religious divisions, of uniting all faiths under a blanket of love and understanding.
Christians who had been taught that tolerance was the supreme virtue would embrace his message without discernment. They would see his ability to perform signs and wonders, his charismatic presence, his seemingly perfect knowledge of the scriptures, and proclaim him as the very second coming of Christ. The most painful thing about this vision was seeing genuine believers, people I recognized as faithful servants of God, being slowly drawn into this deception. This wasn't due to obvious heresy or manifest evil. It was due to subtle shifts in emphasis, gradual alterations in doctrine, and the slow erosion of biblical authority.
Jesus showed me how this figure would use technology to expand his influence. I saw him holding virtual services that reached billions of people simultaneously. His image appeared in homes, churches, and even in the most intimate moments of prayer through advanced holographic projection and artificial intelligence. He appeared omnipresent, able to speak personally to each individual as he addressed the multitudes. The name I have revealed to you, Jesus explained, will become synonymous with hope for those who have strayed.
But April, you must understand that this hope will be false. It will promise everything and bring only spiritual death. I watched as
Chapter 6: Final confrontation
governments around the world began to endorse this figure's message. Political leaders who had never shown interest in spiritual matters suddenly became its staunchest defenders. Laws were passed that elevated its teachings while restricting traditional Christian expression. Churches that refused to recognize its authority had their tax exemptions revoked, their buildings confiscated, and their pastors imprisoned. The speed with which this transformation occurred was astonishing.
In what seemed like just a few months, the entire landscape of world religion had changed. Those who remained faithful to the true gospel were branded divisive, hateful, and dangerous to social harmony. But even in the midst of this overwhelming darkness, Jesus showed me something that filled my heart with hope. Hidden throughout the world, there were communities of believers who had not bowed before this false Messiah. They gathered in homes, in forests, in underground chambers, keeping their faith pure even while the world above them celebrated the great deception.
These are my remnant, Jesus said. Pride evident in his voice. They know my voice and will follow no other, even if they suffer for their faithfulness. They are bearers of true light in an age of false enlightenment. I saw these faithful believers performing miracles that surpassed even what the deceiver could accomplish. They healed the sick, raised the dead, and spoke with tongues of fire that cut through deception like a sword.
Their very presence exposed the falsehood of the false signs and wonders being performed in the name of the deceiver. The vision shifted again, and I found myself witnessing the final confrontation between truth and lies. The figure whose name had been revealed to me stood before the gathered nations of the earth, proclaiming the definitive revelation of God. His voice resounded across every continent. His image appeared on every screen.
His words penetrated every heart that had not been sealed by genuine faith. But then, at the moment of his greatest triumph, when it seemed that all humanity would bow before his throne, the heavens opened like a scroll being torn in two, the true Jesus Christ appeared in the glory that made the deceivers's false light seem like nothing more than a candle flickering before the blazing sun. The contrast was so great, so undeniable
Chapter 7: Divine instruction
that even those who had been utterly deceived suddenly understood the magnitude of their error. The name that once held so much power and promise was revealed to be what it truly was, an empty imitation of divine authority. That is why it is necessary that the name be known now, Jesus explained as the vision began to fade, not to create panic, but to instill discernment. When my people hear this name spoken with reverence and authority, they will remember this moment and recognize the deception for what it is. The crystalline corridor began to materialize around us once more, and I felt my time in this place coming to an end.
Jesus looked at me with eyes that reflected infinite love and an urgent purpose. April, you have been faithful in small things. Now I entrust you with something great. Return to your people and warn them of what is coming. teach them to test every spirit, to cling to the word of God, and remember that my true return will be unmistakable to those who truly know me. But how do I convince them? I asked, feeling the weight of this impossible task, how do I make them understand the urgency without making them live in fear?
Tell them that perfect love casts out fear. Jesus replied, "Those who live in relationship with me should not fear deception because they know my voice, but those who have grown accustomed to compromise must wake up before it is too late." The light around us began to pulse with increasing intensity, and I felt it drawing me back to the world I had left back. Jesus spoke one last time. His words echoed in my consciousness as the vision faded.
Remember, April, the greatest deception will come wrapped in the language of truth. But truth without spirit is only information. Those who know me intimately will recognize the difference even when the whole world is deceived. The light didn't immediately return me to my body. Instead, the corridor of radiance seemed to extend even further, as if the heavens had one more message to impress upon my spirit before I returned to the world of flesh and breath.
Jesus looked at me with a gaze that captivated me more than any sermon I had ever heard. April, he said, and his words were a mixture of strength and fire. What you saw of the coming deception is only part of the story. My people must not only be warned of the storm, but they must also learn to endure when the winds begin to howl. Suddenly, the view changed again. I found myself standing at the edge of what seemed like a vast plain night dotted with countless lamps.
Some burned brightly, steady and unwavering, while others flickered weakly, struggling with their flames against the rising wind. Others had already gone out, leaving only rising smoke. What are these lights, Lord? I asked, trembling at the sight. They are the faith of my people, Jesus replied. Each lamp represents a soul who has called on my name, but may have adapted their light to the comforts of the world.
When the deceiver comes, the wind of his words will test every flame. Only those whose oil comes from my spirit will endure. The others will be extinguished because their fire was never fueled by me. But by the approval of men, his voice changed like thunder that rumbles into eternity. Tell them, April, that discipline in prayer will be their oil. Tell them that fasting will sharpen their discernment.
Tell them that obedience in the smallest matters will be their shield against the biggest lies. Don't let them wait for leaders or institutions to save them. Each one must build their own altar of devotion before me. As I spoke, the plane seemed to tilt, and suddenly I was swept away into another vision. This time I was on the
Chapter 8: Warning against deception
outskirts of a great city whose towers glittered with technology and progress. Crowds moved like rivers through the streets, their gaze fixed on glowing devices in their hands. I saw them smile, laugh, convinced they were free. Yet invisible chains encircled their necks above the city. Screens and holograms filled the sky. All proclaiming a single message of unity and hope. But woven into this message was a subtle distortion of the truth.
Misqued scriptures, twisted promises, inverted morality. And yet the people cheered. I turned to Jesus in anguish. How can you resist something so persuasive, Lord? How can you even tell the difference when lies wrapped in the very scriptures? He responded with a gentleness that made my knees weak, they must return to the simplicity of my words. Tell them, "If any voice, however glorious, draws them away from repentance, from the cross, from the fear of the Lord, then that voice is not mine.
April, warn them to compare each revelation with the unchanging truth of scripture. My sheep know my voice, not because it flatters them, but because it dares through their sin and calls them to a higher level. Then I was shown another scene. Small groups of believers gathered in living rooms, barns, and even caves. They sang softly, not to boast, but with hearts desperate for God. Their prayers rose like smoke that pierced the darkness above them, creating gaps of light in the spiritual atmosphere.
Although few in number, their unity and purity carried more weight in heaven than the noise of the crowd celebrating the false Messiah. This is my remnant, Jesus declared. Tell my people that power is not found in numbers, but in faithfulness. The remnant may appear weak to the world, but the gates of hell will tremble at their prayers. encourage them. Do not despise this small gathering, for I am present where two or three gather in my name.
The vision darkened again, and I saw individual believers, ordinary men and women, performing silent acts of radical obedience, helping the poor, forgiving their enemies, and choosing honesty when it seemed easier to come to terms with it. Each small act released waves of light that held back the tide of deception. Jesus turned to me again, his face stern and full of infinite love. April, the greatest danger is not persecution, but complacency. My people fear the hatred of the world, but they should fear lukewarmness.
Tell them when deception comes. Titles will not save them. Traditions will not save them. Not even churches will save them. Only intimacy with me will preserve them. Teach them to live each day in humility, repentance, and obedience. It's late, but there is hope. With that, the light
Chapter 9: Resuscitation
around me began to contract. The hallway pulsed like a heartbeat, drawing me in tightly. I felt the weight of his words pressing on my spirit as if branded, and then, like a sudden snap, I ran through a tunnel of squeezed, tugged light until my conscience collided with flesh once more. My chest heaved. The air burned in my lungs, and the sound of hospital machines roared in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw the faces of doctors and nurses leaning over me with urgent voices and firm hands.
David's tears fell onto my arm as he held me. "April, you're back. My God, thank you. Thank you." A nurse cried. "We have a pulse. He's coming back." A doctor, she looked at her colleagues in amazement. "It's impossible." She had no vital signs for more than 20 minutes. The time that followed was a whirlwind of medical tests, competing monitors, and scientific explanations for my spontaneous resuscitation.
The doctors spoke of rare phenomena, of how the brain can sometimes survive without oxygen for longer periods than they thought possible, but I knew that no medical explanation could explain what had happened. When I was finally alone with my family, "David took my hand. His eyes were red from crying. I thought I'd lost you, he said softly. For a while. You were lost, I replied. But you brought me back in the weeks that followed.
As I recovered, the experience remained vivid as no earthly memory ever could. It wasn't like remembering something I saw or heard. It was as if every moment was seared into my soul, unchanging and eternal. At first, I hesitated to share what I had experienced. I knew it would be difficult for people to understand. And I feared that many would think I was suffering from delusions or some hallucination caused by lack of oxygen.
But Jesus's words kept echoing in my spirit. Go back to your people and warn them of what is coming. I started with
Chapter 10: Sharing the testimony
David and our children. I sat with them in the living room one night a week after being discharged from the hospital. I told them everything. the tunnel, the light, the encounter with Jesus, and the visions of the great deception that was coming. David had always been a staunch but pragmatic Christian. I expected skepticism, but instead I saw tears in his eyes during those minutes when we lost you.
He said, "I prayed more desperately than I ever have in my life. I asked God to bring you back to us, but also if it was his will to take you, to give you peace. I never imagined he would respond in such an extraordinary way. Our children, Jason, 16, and Emma, 14, listened with wide eyes. As I finished my story, Emma asked, "So, what do we do now, Mom? How do we prepare?" It was the perfect question, and it reminded me of what Jesus had said about the oil in the lamps.
We began by drawing closer to God than ever before, I replied. Not out of fear, but out of love. Knowing his voice so well that no imposttor could deceive us. News of my experience quickly spread throughout the church. Our pastor, a wise man named Greg Matthews, asked to meet with me privately before sharing my story with the congregation. We spent hours talking. He asked insightful questions and compared my experience with scripture.
April finally said, "Nothing you've shared contradicts God's word. In fact, much of what you've experienced reflects the warnings Jesus and the apostles gave us about the last days. I believe God gave you this testimony for a reason. With Pastor Greg's blessing, I began sharing my story first with small groups in our church and then with the entire congregation. The reactions were diverse as Jesus had prepared me to expect.
Some received the message with open hearts, recognizing the urgency of the call to discernment and a deeper intimacy with Christ. Others were curious but hesitant, unsure what to make of such an extraordinary experience. Some were openly skeptical, suggesting I had simply dreamed or hallucinated during my medical crisis. One church council member even suggested I seek psychological therapy rather than share disturbing visions that might frighten people. But the most difficult were those who seemed to accept my experience only to distort the message.
They focused on the apocalyptic aspects, creating elaborate theories about who the deceive might be, setting dates for future events, or using my story to further their own political agendas or theological. Through it all, I stayed focused on what truly mattered. The call to know Jesus so intimately that no impostor could deceive us. I founded a home prayer group that met three times a
Chapter 11: Spiritual revival
week. The goal wasn't to speculate about the end times, but to deepen our relationship with God through prayer, Bible study, and authentic Christian fellowship. Something extraordinary began to happen as we focused simply on knowing God more deeply. Our lives began to change. People witnessed deliverance from long-standing addictions. Broken relationships were restored. A deeper spiritual discernment began to manifest not only in me but in all who committed to the process.
A young man in our group, Tyler, who had struggled with drug addiction for years, shared a moving testimony. I used to know Jesus as my savior, he said. But in a distant, almost theoretical way. Since I began seeking true intimacy with him, as April encouraged us, I feel like I've met a completely different person. His presence has become more real to me than the temptation of drugs. 6 months after my experience, I received an invitation to share my story at a Christian conference in Chicago.
At first, I was hesitant. I hadn't sought any kind of public platform and was worried that my message would become sensationalized. But after praying about it with David and our group, I felt at peace accepting. The conference was larger than I had imagined with nearly 3,000 attendees. As I stepped onto the stage, I felt a mixture of nervousness and a strange confidence that didn't come from me. I began simply by recounting what had happened, the heart attack, the journey to the afterlife, and the encounter with Jesus.
As I shared the warnings about the great deception, I sensed a change in the atmosphere of the auditorium. A somnity took hold of the crowd. It wasn't fear exactly, but a holy seriousness, a recognition of the gravity of the moment we were living in. Jesus didn't show me these things to to scare us, I concluded, but to prepare us. The antidot to deception is not paranoia or fear. It's intimacy. It's knowing the pastor so well that no other voice, no matter how convincing, could turn us away.
It's having our lamps filled with the oil of the Holy Spirit. Through lives of genuine prayer, scripture study, and loving obedience, the silence that followed was profound. Then, little by little, people began to rise. First, a few, then dozens, finally hundreds. There was no dramatic music or a call to emotion, just a collective response to the spirit's call. An elderly pastor approached the stage with tears in his eyes.
"Brothers and sisters," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. I have served the Lord for 50 years. What our sister April shared resonates with the warnings the spirit has whispered to many of us. This is not the time for business as usual in our churches. It's time to return to our first love, to seek the face of Jesus like never before. What followed was one of the most impactful experiences of my life.
People spontaneously formed small prayer groups throughout the auditorium. Confessions of spiritual complacency, compromise, and idolatry were followed by prayers of repentance and renewal. Denominational and theological divisions seemed to dissolve as Christians united in a single purpose to know Jesus more intimately. The conference was just the beginning. In the following months, I was invited to share my testimony in churches across the country.
I never sought fame or recognition and turned down invitations to sensational television programs or interviews that seemed more interested in the spectacular aspect of my experience than the message itself. Instead, I focused on small groups, retreats, and settings where the focus could be on Jesus and preparation for the days ahead. In each setting, I encountered the same phenomenon. When people heard not only the coming deception, but also the call to intimacy with Christ, something stirred within them. It was not uncommon to see veteran pastors weep.
Bad.
