Raffle Ticket…Or, Prayer Card?
Kim leaned back in her kitchen chair and took another swig of her beer. Her friend mirrored her. Kim bit her lip to keep from bursting out with laughter. They were a mess. Her second husband was in rehab for the thirteenth time. He was addicted; she was addicted. Drugs flowed through her blood. Her life was fracturing. But somehow this woman across from her had it even worse.
Kim downed the rest of her drink and pointed at her friend. “Your life is a mess. You need to find Jesus.”
Her friend’s eyebrows arched. She set her drink down, a challenge glinting in her eyes. “Okay, let’s go to church tomorrow.”
Kim humphed. Sure. Whatever. She wouldn’t back down.
Church Time
Kim crawled out of bed the next morning with sluggish thoughts and a headache. Hungover, she stumbled into the church. Flashes of movement and noise whirled around her. It was strange. Different. Loud.
How long did this thing last?
They passed around a card asking for her name, number, and address. She filled it out. Maybe it was a raffle or something. This morning wouldn’t be a total waste of time if she won a gift basket.
But sadly, the church didn’t end the service with a drawing. She headed home, back to her drinks, her drugs, and her normal.
Monday night, the party was at her house. Football was on the TV as her home filled with other people looking for a break from reality. Kim kept a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
A knock sounded on the door. Kim guessed her neighbors had decided to join the party. She sauntered over to the door and opened it wide.
It wasn’t her neighbors.
Oh. My. God.
She recognized this man.
She’d seen him Sunday at that blasted church.
You won’t believe what happened next! Watch the interview on YouTube or read the full story in my book From These Broken Pieces.
