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to emanate from somewhere beyond <strong>the</strong> living room, yet it sounded so near.<br />
I jumped from <strong>the</strong> couch and wheeled around at <strong>the</strong> four walls but saw no one. Yet somehow I<br />
knew I was being watched. Then <strong>the</strong> voice spoke again. And this time every hair on my body stood at<br />
attention: My son, I am coming soon. What are you planning to do with yourself?<br />
The voice wasn’t from any demon. This voice was different from any voice I had ever known.<br />
The best way I could describe it was <strong>the</strong> awesome peace I experienced that was beyond human<br />
comprehension. Like standing at a brook and hearing its current passing by.<br />
Seconds later, my eyes were led across my living room to a vision <strong>of</strong> a blazing sky, like a ball<br />
<strong>of</strong> fire, while people on earth screamed and ran in fear for <strong>the</strong>ir lives. I tried to make sense <strong>of</strong> it all,<br />
but at <strong>the</strong> same time I wanted to shake it <strong>of</strong>f like it never happened. I waited with petrified amazement<br />
until <strong>the</strong> strange vision disappeared. Seeing something that amazing left a need in my heart.<br />
A few days later I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I confronted Robert about what happened<br />
in my living room. As I explained to him, he said, “Jesus is calling you, John. Jesus loves you.”<br />
“You’re crazy, you know that?” I said, laughing it <strong>of</strong>f. “I finally came to <strong>the</strong> conclusion that<br />
you’re crazy. No one is calling me.”<br />
His message to me was clear. The choice to surrender to God was mine. No one could make it<br />
for me. I could ei<strong>the</strong>r continue yielding to <strong>the</strong> devil, worshipping him and his demons, or I could give<br />
my life to Jesus and let Him have full control. But was I willing to part with <strong>the</strong> position I held in<br />
espiritismo under threat <strong>of</strong> death? Was I ready to stop doing what I loved? Did I really want God to<br />
change me? I was so confused that when I went home that night, I didn’t consult <strong>the</strong> resident demons in<br />
my bedroom. Instead, <strong>the</strong> next night I arranged a meeting with Aunt Maria.<br />
As we sat at her kitchen table, she said, “John, what seems to be <strong>the</strong> problem?”<br />
“I’m tired <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se hallelujah people saying that we’re evil and <strong>the</strong>y’re <strong>the</strong> good ones,” I said.<br />
My aunt stayed silent, her eyes focused on me.<br />
“Aunt Maria, did you hear what I said? Why are we <strong>the</strong> bad ones and <strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong> good ones?<br />
Could you answer my question?”<br />
Aunt Maria turned her eyes away from me. “I’ve been a devil worshipper since I was a little<br />
girl, and I’m glad that I have <strong>the</strong>se powers and I can defend myself and hurt those who want to hurt<br />
me.”<br />
I knew in my heart that Aunt Maria couldn’t answer <strong>the</strong> question, and I realized that maybe<br />
<strong>the</strong>se church people knew something I didn’t know. For <strong>the</strong> first time, I felt ashamed and dirty being<br />
part <strong>of</strong> this thing called <strong>the</strong> religion. I walked away feeling sorrowful, empty, and confused.<br />
Stepping into <strong>the</strong> Light<br />
Time went by and once again Rachael’s parents extended an invitation <strong>the</strong>y had prayed I<br />
would accept: to visit <strong>the</strong>ir church.<br />
I laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”<br />
But <strong>the</strong>y asked me to think it over. So I told <strong>the</strong>m I would. Since when did I care about o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
people’s feelings? I was only interested in me, how to descend deeper into <strong>the</strong> abyss <strong>of</strong> hell, how to<br />
do greater things than anyone in <strong>the</strong> religion had ever done. Yet little by little, moment by moment, my<br />
resistance was breaking down. Lately I had found myself unable to say no to such simple invitations.