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She was pregnant. Jenny had no idea how or even exactly when the miracle occurred. She and her husband Max had been trying for a baby for years to no avail. Eventually, they’d been told it couldn’t happen. Now it had and Jenny had no idea how to break the news to her husband.
Jenny remained a practicing catholic but even she wasn’t certain she believed in divine intervention in the way the entity at the church had indicated. Why would God implant an embryo inside of her? She was far from perfect; certainly not the Mary, Mother of God type. That’s why she was beginning to think she made the whole scenario up in her mind.
Maybe the truth of it was she’d gone insane from her grief over not becoming a mother. As tears began to fall, Jenny heard the doorbell ring. Automatically, she moved forward to answer it. She looked out the peep hole but saw nothing. Still, she opened the door and was surprised to see an extremely tall woman standing in front of her.
“I understand you have questions,” the woman said offering Jenny a comforting smile. It immediately put the frazzled woman at ease.
“I’m Sister Patrice, by the way.” With that the woman offered her hand to Jenny. “No nun’s habit, I know, but our order no longer uses them.”
Jenny stood staring at the woman without uttering a word. Her baser instinct told her to slam the door on the stranger. Her heart, however, told her to invite her in. The latter won the battle.
“Please come in,” Jenny whispered. “Would you like some tea?”
“That would be nice,” the woman smiled again. With each smile, Jenny felt more comfortable.
As Jenny prepared the tea, she wondered if she’d done the right thing. She wasn’t even sure what the woman wanted. She just assumed she was there to answer her questions about the baby. On the other hand, that seemed impossible given that Jenny hadn’t told a single soul that she was pregnant.
‘Maybe she’s an angel,’ Jenny though to herself. She did believe in angels. It was possible that God sent one to answer her questions. In the long run, the only way she’d find out was to ask the woman. Jenny prepared to do that as she took a tray of tea and cookies into the front room.
“You are probably surprised to see me. We don’t always answer prayers in person.”
“I guess I wasn’t sure God ever did,” Jenny mumbled.
“Then you haven’t read the Bible I take it,” the woman scowled slightly.
“Yes, I have,” Jenny corrected quickly. “I guess I always retained a bit of skepticism though.”
“That’s a shame.”
“So you’ll answer the questions I have then?” Jennifer looked the woman in the eyes. It was the first time she noted how blue they were and how peaceful they made her feel.”
“Yes, He realized miracles of this nature aren’t common in this day and age. He figured He had made a tactical error, fertilizing your egg before He explained what was going to happen.”
“What is going to happen?” Jenny suddenly looked worried.
“Oh, nothing bad my dear, I assure you; at least not to you.”
“Are you saying something bad will happen to my baby?” Jenny looked terrified.
“No, not to your baby either,” the woman began.
“Then please explain because you are scaring me,” the terrified mother continued.
“As you no doubt know, God is getting lost in modern times. He’s being replaced by science. Agnostics and atheists are winning their points of view while Christianity is taking a beating. He accepts responsibility for some of that.”
“I don’t understand,” Jenny muttered.
“He worries He hasn’t been “present” enough in this age. He’s allowed man too much free will and that has resulted in a myriad of horrifying events. It has also fostered man’s inhumanity to their own kind.”
Jenny nodded. She’d often felt God’s absence in the world was to blame for much of the death and destruction.
“He thinks mankind needs a new miracle; a tangible one. Your child will be that miracle, Jenny.”
“You aren’t talking . . . ,” Jenny started.
“No! Christ is not returning quite yet. However, your daughter will be a prophet. She will usher in man’s final opportunity to save himself before it’s too late.”
“I don’t understand,” Jenny stated, being less than honest with her statement.
“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it,” the woman smiled.
“What makes you think anyone will listen to a prophet in this day and age?”
“Not everyone will. Some will choose to ignore her just as they ignore God now. Plus, she’ll have some competition.”
“God isn’t the only one sending a prophet into the world.”
“You mean Satan is sending one as well.” Jennifer’s hand shook, sending tea sloshing all over her jeans.
“Yes he is. The two prophets will wage a media battle for the souls of man.”
“Media? Now I really don’t understand,” Jenny admitted.
“Is there a more powerful tool in today’s world that radio, television and the internet?”
“I suppose not,” Jenny admitted. “Still, how are they going to wage war that way?”
“That’s not for me to say. God is entitled to some secrets don’t you think?”
“Not when it comes to my child,” Jenny argued.
“She really isn’t your child alone, is she?”
Jennifer nodded, understanding at last.
“How do I explain this to my husband? He’s never going to believe me.”
“He will. We’ve taken care of that,” the woman noted. Then she stood and headed for the door.
“Where are you going? I still have more questions,” Jenny stood to follow her.
“That’s all I’m authorized to answer for now. I’ll return when the time is right.” With that the woman disappeared into thin air. In return, Jenny fainted.