Chapter 13

Palm Sunday, March 28, 5:31 p.m. Passion Ministry

Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off the superstar.

“See what I mean?” Harry whispered. “Charlatan of the century, spewing corny proverbs.”

Head still spinning from her earlier impression of the Apostle, Rachel narrowed her eyes. Waited for her inner fraud alarm to kick in. But instead, she was captivated by the joy that blossomed in the faces of those who had received John’s blessing.

Nobody leapt to their feet shouting, “I’m healed, praise the Lord. I’m healed!” No fainting. No carrying on. Instead, laughter, whispers and tears. No one was mocking Johnny Passion now.

Diabolical deception or gospel truth, she had to know. “Got to meet him.”

“Knew you would.”