securing it back in place in front of the pulpit. The elder was quietly kneeling beside me. I asked her whether she understood the language of the Holy Spirit. “No,” she calmly replied. Then she asked me gently, “What are you going to do now?” Without hesitation, I boldly replied, “I am going to do the Lord’s work. What else is there to do?” I was referring to the mall witnessing task that the voice of Jesus had commanded me to carry out that afternoon. I got up and left. As I write this book, I