Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

Chapter Four

Ron couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment in the new church as he looked out on the thousands of new faces in the crowd. Many were standing, making enthusiastic praise gestures to their brethren as they spoke about the Glory of God and their place in the hierarchy as members of his ministry. He could see there were only a very few seats still open.

Soon even this huge cathedral would be outgrown. There were already people at work finding the best location in Chicago for his next church. He stood at the entrance to the stage and let their spirit soak into him for another minute before stepping out. Their roar of approval hit him like a wave and, behind that, he sensed a Presence that could only be the Holy Spirit itself.

Ron fairly floated to the podium, buoyed by the support he would need for this nights work. Hidden from sight of the congregation, six cameras were ready to carry his words to the remotest corner of the world. Raising his hands, Ron was gratified by the instant silence. He swept his gaze over the crowd who seemed to barely breathe as they waited in anticipation. Then his attention narrowed to the camera with a red beacon above its lens. This crowd could feel his presence. He needed