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.
Thin spiral notebook 
heh, nice (:
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love the wording you used. “ecclesiastical brilliance” “extracurricular women”
quite the deviance in a reverent place
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I love it – especially the dad part. Definitely made me smile 🙂
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it’s funny, because like Ted, I hadn’t heard “coming to Jesus moment” in a long time but recently my best said texted it to me about an old boyfriend of hers.
Charlatan is all I could think of, someone who knows what he’s looking for and once he finds it, uses it and then discards it because he can. I didn’t like the preacher but I did love this scene and your writing.
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What a stunning photograph.
The preacher man in your story makes me think a bit of the Jimmy Swaggart scandal.
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Ecclesiastical brilliance is a killer phrase.
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“Coming to Jesus” I haven’t heard that in a long time! Well phrased and nice with the two prompts, Tara.
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Do I see dad collecting the items he needs to polish his gun?
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I don’t know that I even realized you did both here – nice! Very nice!
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I love the tone of this!
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Very cool!
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