Chapter 9 - Page 128 - New Passion

    Suddenly they heard a humming sound that rose until it could be heard pulsating over the music. After a few seconds, it faded away. The wind stopped blowing. Not even a breeze could be felt. Reverend Morris could see lightning, but the thunder had fallen silent. Not a sound could be heard, except for Jim and Rhasha’s singing. Above the church, the clouds parted and a wide beam of light bathed the building and warmed the congregation. Something that looked like a transparent wall surrounded the building. Beyond it, the rain poured straight down, but not a drop touched the little church or the ground within a twenty-foot radius. Voices could be heard singing with Jim and Rhasha. It sounded like a choir of angels, a thousand angels singing in harmony and filling the air with music.

    People in the congregation stirred, looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. Jim, Rhasha, and the angels continued to sing. The soothing music calmed everyone down. People began clapping with the beat. The warmth of the Holy Spirit filled the congregation.

    “I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown. So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown. I’ll exchange it someday for a crown.”

    As the first song ended, not a sound could be heard. Jim and Rhasha prepared to sing the second song. When they started singing, the angels joined in with them.

    “Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness.
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve. Waiting for the harvest and the time of reaping. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in