Pastor Obadiah Short Story

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“I will fill your mountains with the dead. Your hills, your valleys, and your streams filled with people slaughtered by the sword. I will make you desolate forever. Then you will know that I am god. Ezekiel 35:8,” said Pastor Obadiah as he finished his sermon. Except that his voice was slightly more shaken than normal, it was a fairly normal day. Obadiah had been preaching since Marissa’d been in diapers. So naturally he was an elder of the church. He didn’t need a cane, but he was fairly close; his legs always seemed to quiver when he had to walk alone. Because of this, his designated seat was a pew in the first row. She didn’t know why but, Pastor Ernest, already on stage, rushed up to the podium and jerked open his journal. He was a gaunt man; and yet no …show more content…

Like he was rushing. As long as she had known him, he’d never rushed a sermon. It was too important to him. As much as she respected him, he always made her stomach feel uneasy. She didn’t dislike him or anything; she just didn’t give him her fullest trust. His daemon being a putrid green rattlesnake definitely didn’t help either. He was such an elegant speaker, though. He could be giving a speech about American politics, and everyone would listen in awe. From the back of the church, Sister Meriwether gave Ernest the glance that an angry parent would give as he walked off the stage. Even if it wasn’t directed at her, Marissa could feel Meriwether’s glare pierce the back of her neck. As her eyes followed Ernest, Meriwether sharply gestured at her wrist as if to reiterate the amount time he’d wasted. As he looked at his own wrist watch his head down hung in a disgruntled manner and he stood next to Meriwether, leaning against a pew. The disparity between Meriwether and Ernest made her look fairly young, yet she bossed everyone around like she was their mom. She often pondered how and why Meriwether became a nun, but Marissa always suppressed her curiosity in fear of being considered

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