The Charlatans of Chandpur
He waits at the side of the road. I approach, and the starter turns over, the pistons dance, the exhaust coughs out. Stupidly, I climb aboard.
He waits at the side of the road. I approach, and the starter turns over, the pistons dance, the exhaust coughs out. Stupidly, I climb aboard.
He was a very polite young man, I would say barely into his 20's, of African descent. He introduced himself as Michael, and he handed me a pamphlet. The title at the top read 'Can the dead really live again?', which was the giveaway to his cult. The gist of the pamphlet was about resurrection of the dead, and how this can happen to you.
Without the Way, there is no going, Without the Truth, there is no knowing, Without the Life, there is no living, I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, that's what Jesus said.
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