Yet despite all that, God still wanted me to do his bidding on this new mission, even though I’m an abomination and a serial killer. Did I miss anything? The rest of the week was uneventful by current standards. The Bishop’s tent revival was all anyone in town or at the church would talk about. People were talking about the Bishop and if he was really some kind of prophet. I still didn’t get what the preacher he killed in the city had to do with anything. Whatever he was, he’d attracted plenty of attention, including the local media. They began lurking around anywhere he went. They’d interview people about what they’d seen or felt at his revival. However, the Bishop himself had become scarce since the revival, no one had seen him. I figured that was part of the act. Cause a big stir, and then hide out for a bit causing even more of a stir over the mysterious bishop. By Sunday, my own church was buzzing with excitement over the Bishop and his bag of tricks. The first person in the door that morning wasted no time asking my thoughts.
