After church, Amy wanted to find out what had happened. She had never heard of the gifts of the Spirit, like tongues and interpretation, so she pulled together her courage and went to look for Alex. He had been praying hard in the altar with several seekers and was all sweaty.
“Even when he’s a mess, he’s gorgeous,” she thought. He had found a hand towel and was wiping off his face and neck when she walked up.
“Um, excuse me. Can I ask you about something?”
“Sure,” he answered as he turned around. Seeing a small pixie-faced girl, he put out his hand and said, “I’m Alex, do I know you?”
Amy smiled and shook his hand, “I think so, you invited me.” Alex looked blankly.
Amy continued, “I’m Amy, from the Drug Barn, remember?”
“You’re Amy?” he asked. “What happened to your glasses?”
“I’m never wearing those things again!” Amy declared. “God healed my eyes!”
“Wow! Praise the Lord! That’s great!” Alex said, trying
to connect this cute woman in front of him with the gawky one he remembered from Drug Barn. It wasn’t just her eyes. She was transformed. He saw her mouth moving and knew she was speaking again. The noise around them gave him a good excuse to lean closer to listen.
“I wondered, could you explain what just happened.” Again, Alex looked at her nonplussed. She continued, pointing to the interpreter “That man over there. It was different when he talked.”
“Oh, that. That’s called tongues and interpretation. But, hey, why don’t you come with us to Denney’s for a soda, and I can explain better.”
This was more than she could have hoped for. Already the message was coming true. God was doing wonderful things. More than she had ever imagined.
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