Prologue
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Prologue
Six years earlier…
“What do you think, Pastor?”
Evangelist Remiel Lighte stood at the edge of a tiny little body of water a few miles south and east of a tiny little town in Jack County, Texas.
“How many acres is this again?’
“Just over two hundred. And it includes twenty acres’ worth of this lake, since the land boundaries are there,” his companion pointed, “and there, and they extend across the water.”
Remiel closed his eyes and steepled his hands in front of his chest, a gesture that he had relied on for years to settle his nerves and open his mind to divine guidance.
Yes, he thought to himself as peace washed over him. This feels like home. This location is perfect for my ministry.
He opened his eyes and smiled as he turned to the old man standing beside him.
“Brother Abel,” Remiel murmured, placing a hand lovingly on the man’s shoulder, “I appreciate and accept your generous praise offering.”
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