The Fall of the House of Swaggart
On the morning of her thirteenth birthday, Penny woke up as any normal child, filled with expectation that she would be shown extra kindness on this day and possibly even be given a treat. She brushed her long red hair, then searched through her meager wardrobe of hand-me-downs to find something that would make her feel good without having anyone accuse her of inappropriately dressing for Sunday meeting. Eventually she chose a beige-colored dress that went well with her hair color, and was set to go down for breakfast when she heard a knock on her door.
“Father,” she was startled as she opened the door. “I—I was just coming down.”
“That"s fine, child,” Swaggart trudged into the room, sitting down on her bed. “I wanted to have a word with you first. Have
