![]() ![]() An ordained minister, acting as the emissary of the Lord, following instructions given to him by an angel - Satan should not have been able to thrust him out of the house like that, before he even knew what was happening. Satan should have had no power over him, to drive him from the house that way. For it had been his own failure, he knew that now. He could not bear to face the Visitor, knowing how he had failed. Reverend Thrower opened the door of the church and walked slowly, fearfully inside. And in the church he could pray and try to understand why the Lord didn't help him. Thrower had firewood there, so he'd be warm. He had to get indoors, but he couldn't bear to knock on anybody's door. His shirt was already wet, and now it clung to him and froze him to the bone. The only possible explanation was that Thrower himself was too weak. It could not be that Satan was stronger than the Lord. ![]() "I went into his room a man of God, and came out as a doubter." Certainties that had sustained him most of his life were suddenly split through by the questions of an ignorant boy. "How can he be on top of something that ain't got no top?" Even though Thrower had rejected the question as the result of ignorance and evil, the question had nevertheless pierced his heart and penetrated to the core of his belief. ![]() It was when he stood in Alvin's room, asking the boy to confess his faith, and the boy scoffed at the mysteries of God. Only then, with his eyes sore from crying, his voice feeble and hoarse, did he realize the moment when his faith was undermined. I know what you 'was just.' Poor little Armor, you just pat him like a little boy and he'll feel better. The fire in the stove must have burned longer than he expected. He stripped off his cloak, and his topcoat as well. Here I been a Christian who never hit or hurt a man or woman, and I knock my own wife, flesh of my flesh, right down on the floor. A strong man makes me feel weak, so I go home and shove around my wife, what a big man that makes me. Seeing her falling, even before she hit the floor, he felt such a shame go through him, even worse than when her father threw him in the snow. She moved her fingers to make a fending, and whispered a word to hold him back. He would've done it, too, except that when she saw the look on his face, all twisted up with shame and rage, she didn't know that he was angry at himself, she just knew that he was hurting her, and so she did what come natural to a woman who grew up like she did. That was his thinking, and he was about to throw himself on his knees and bawl like a baby and beg forgiveness. No ma'am, it's like the devil himself, that's what it's like The spirit of evil He probably lost his future in politics, but that was nothing compared to this: his own wife did witchery in his own home, and she did it against him, and he had no defense against it. Everything he'd been afraid of came true today. Her fending was so strong he staggered back, he headed for the door, he opened it and ran outside in just his shirt. He couldn't even think of taking a step toward her. He couldn't fall on his knees before her. ![]()
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