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good. I was breathing hard, and was still holding the knife. I felt like a warrior.   My shoulder didn’t even hurt at this point.  I should have been in severe pain, but the rush of the kill took over.
    “Charlie!  Charlie?” It was my father, shouting my name.  He was probably worried sick.  No telling what he would think when he saw me like this.  He’d already lost one son that day.  I yelled back so he could find me.
    “I’m here Dad!  I’m okay!”
    I heard branches and sticks breaking as he ran through the woods. 
    “Where?  I can’t see you!”!”
    “Over here!  Can you hear me?”
    He kept running and after a few minutes I saw his flashlight approaching.  I waved and could tell he saw me.
    “Charlie, thank God. We were—“…” He stopped when he saw me covered in blood.  Looking down he saw the dead dog at my feet.  “My God.  What happened, son?  Are you okay?”
    “He killed Tommy, so I killed him.  An eye for an eye.”
    “Are you okay? You’re bleeding.” He moved toward me and put his arm around me.
    “He got my arm good, but I think I’m okay,” I said.
    “Let’s get you cleaned up and get you to the hospital.” He saw the knife and looked at me.  I dropped it as he made eye contact.  “We can talk on the way there.  I’m glad you’re alright.”
    I knew he was glad, but I could tell he was scared.

                 

 
    Chapter 10
     
    I couldn’t get back to sleep after that dream, so I decided to do some research on my new friend.  My laptop was in my bag next to the bed.  I pulled it out and logged on to Google for a search.  I found a site for I Am the Way Ministries.  There were a few other listings as well.  It looked like it had started out as a blog on MySpace several years ago, but the Bishop had expanded it.  Now it had an official website that looked professionally done.  There was a large photo of the Bishop smiling, of course.
    The homepage had links to typical ministry stuff.  There was a mission statement, an “about us” link, and, the expected a link for donations.  No ministry would be anything without a means for people to give it money.  The mission statement at the top of the page was from John 14:6: 
    I am the way, the truth and the life.  No man comes to the Father but by me.  I Am the Way Ministries is dedicated to following Jesus’ example of healing the sick, feeding the poor and ministering to all so they may know the love of Jesus Christ. 
    I clicked on some of the links only to find more photos of the Bishop.  One of them showed him in Africa giving out food to children.  Another showed him with a tool belt on top of a building being  worked on somewhere.  I finally found his full name on one of the pages.  His name was Lionel Hoover.  I tried to search for him but found very little.  There was a website from his old church but it hadn’t been updated in three years.  I figured I would leave it at that.  If he was as smart as I thought he was, there wouldn’t be much information about him out there.  I wouldn’t imagine some disciple of Satan would leave much of a digital footprint.
    I was walking  to the refrigerator when it happened.  God began speaking to me.  I never knew when or how it would happen, but it always took me by surprise.  First, I would feel lightheaded as the room began to spin.  My whole body started feeling warm, then hot until sweat poured down my face and chest.  I trembled and had to sit on the floor in the kitchen. When I closed my eyes I saw what God wanted me to see.  My next sinner.
    She was a woman who lived in San Antonio named Nancy Martinez.  I saw her sitting in a rocking chair holding a beautiful baby boy, yet she was crying.  She stood and placed him in his crib. When God shows me these visions, I usually feel as if everything is actually happening.  I had no doubt this was the case here.  It felt as if I was in the baby’s room right next to