God was absent

I tell you the story, my friend. It is about one preacher who was money and power hungry. The preacher had so much money he could buy whole town, land, mines. He was so rich he could buy a king. He could buy almost everybody, because you can buy everything for the right price. He was paving his way to the power. He had his disciples and they were building more and more churches everywhere. He bribed, he did the favors, he stole, he forged and he trapped people by his favors. He was giving away stolen cars. People took them blinded by his generosity. He enjoyed his power. He was everywhere where he wanted to be, breaking the friendships, destroying family ties, making babies out of the wedlock. He had the power to bring the tears, fear and despair. He didn't like two words: blood and death. He was afraid to die. Was it because he enjoyed the life so much? I don't think so. He enjoyed the power to destroy a goodness in people, to use them and see them cry and suffer. Deep inside he was scared for what he has done. In the dark night on his knees he prayed: Dear God, I am afraid of your punishment. God wasn't there. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann 12/28/09 Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 12/2009