We’ve got to stop those Adventists and their lies,» shouted the leader of the group.
«Yeah, but none of us can fight,» someone said. «We can’t drive them out alone.»
«How ‘bout Aadly,» yet another chimed in. «He’s so strong he may be going to the Olympic Games as a wrestler. If anyone can throw those bums out, he can.»
«I’m your man,» Aadly responded when asked to deal with the «situation.» «I’ll show those Adventists that they can’t waltz into our town and mess with our religion.
«It just so happened that the preacher and his team were planning an evangelistic meeting that very night. As the pastor stood to deliver his talk, the back door flew open and in walked Aadly, muscles bulging and fists clenched. «We’ll begin with prayer,» the evangelist said. All heads bowed. To be honest, Aadly was glad for the moment of calm. He needed to plan his attack.
«Our topic tonight is on Revelation with its many beasts and dreams,» the preacher announced as everyone sat down. H’mmm, Aadly thought. Beasts and dreams? Sounds interesting. Maybe I’ll just listen for a few minutes before pulverizing the preacher.
He listened—and listened. While he sat there, the Holy Spirit whispered in his ears, calming his violent thoughts, allowing him to see for the first time the beauty of Jesus.
He came back the next night. And the next. In the end, the man given the task of driving the Adventists out of town wound up being lowered under the waters of baptism by the very man he’d come to beat up