Sitting in his church office, PJ was working on some much needed paperwork for the expansion project when his desk phone rung. He had no idea who knew he was at the church and it was unusual to get calls that late, so he figured it was someone needing prayer.
“New Way M.B. Church, how may I help you?”
“I see you’re still alive?” said the distorted voice on the other end.
“Who is this?”  
“I guess it’s good you don’t remember.”
“Who is this?” Fear crept into PJ’s heart.   
“You will find out soon enough…you shouldn’t stay at that church so late…remember what happened last time.”
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