Standing before his congregation, exalted and sainted among men, his extracurricular women crowding pews on both sides of the aisle, he droned on through his soliloquy denouncing his flock’s sinful ways.
A waning moon illuminated the outdoor revival, bathing the faithful in ecclesiastical brilliance. He took it as a sign when a shaft of Luna’s shimmering light fell on the face of one enticingly unexplored ingénue.
Receiving her innocent smile, he focused his message of redemption on her. A glance and intention not unnoticed by her vigilant father, who began planning a preemptive “Coming to Jesus” meeting of his own.