“You can’t let him wrestle you at church!” she scolded quietly as they walked out of mass, her voice low so as only one could hear.
“I’m pretty sure he was just praying with me,” the father answered. “He was getting a solid grip.”
“I could hear you choking!”
“Was I? I don’t remember. I may have been speaking in tongues. I was in the moment. Maybe he was feeling the strength of the Holy Spirit…”
“He looked like a demon-child!”
“He rid spirits too…”
“You are a bad example!”
“He came for the sinners, not false-saints. At least we’re here…”
“Jesus Christ!” she cried.
“Amen.”