Accounting’s idea for Friday’s Christmas party was to host a trivia game, and as this dragged on, I turned in my seat with its back to the front when there was a loud thump, and 老婆 said “oh my God”. Chunnor had collapsed while emceeing, in an apparent seizure; I could see her boots twitching between the crowd rushing to her aid. After she was taken away in them by paramedics and it had settled, Phil surprisingly didn’t call off the evening and asked one of his VP’s to lead a clumsily-worded prayer to the Lord Jesus Christ, then proceeded to karaoke with his wife before a solemn audience. My Office-inspired short film should have been about having to show it afterwards.
Her return this morning:
Dear all,
I grateful give thanks to everyone prayed for me on Friday’s night. The Lord has heard the pray. And now I feel fine and well!
I sincerely apologize to made the situation uncomfortable to you and your children.
Just the kind of thinking that keeps human beings such a fearful mob, less than the sum of our parts (if not a quotient of them), that if you’re sick and alone, you haven’t got a chance at salvation. If God is all around, why does He need that many more of us asking for Him to show up? Even I put the phone down when I saw that someone else had already dialed 911 for her.
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