performance. Eventually I wrapped
it up and sat back down. The
praying continued. It went on for
some time. Pray, sing, pray. Sing,
pray, sing. Sing, sing, sing. Pray,
pray, pray. Then everyone finally
felt that the demon was gone and
life could continue, and we had the
big “amen” and everyone said good
night and went home.
That night I felt terrible. Before
bed, I quietly prayed, “God, I am so
sorry for all of this. I know this was
not cool.” Because I knew: God
answers your prayers. God is your
father. He’s the man who’s there for
you, the man who takes care of you.