I was a young woman,
waiting back stage
Among many others,
In the hope that I would be next
To go out on stage.
I knew deep down inside me,
That my turn would come today.
The stage production
Were for the United Nations delegates.
Some of those out on stage,
were the delegates themselves.
This was a way for them to relax and have fun,
After going through their more serious talks of the day.
I was not a U.N. delegate.
I had been chosen to be back stage
Because they were told that I had a good voice,
And could mimic some of the singers
And their popular songs of the past 20 years or so.
The singers were going out on stage,
and forming a dancing line,
with singers and delegates interwoven among each other.
The second line that went out
Had a problem with the lead singer’s microphone,
So they suddenly grabbed me from behind,
Stuck the microphone on me,
And told me to go out and sing the lyrics to the next song.
The song was “You’re the one that I want”, from the movie ‘Grease’.
This was easy for me to do,for my voice was like hers,
And I remembered the lyrics well.
On one side of me, was a woman
She reminded me of a Hillary Clinton type,
And on the other side of me,
Was a tall man who reminded me of Will Ferrell in the movie ‘Elf’,
though his personality was much more reserved.
They were both delegates of some kind from the United Nations.
We danced and walked towards one end of the stage,
and then back to the other end of the stage,
all while linking arms with each other.
(Think of a chorus line of girls, but without the high kicks.)
The steps were very easy, so the delegates could play along without too much trouble.
When I was almost finished singing the song,
I smiled at the guy to the left of me,
And sang a part of it to him.
He stared at me,
And then the singing part of the song was done.
They quickly turned off my microphone,
And we then continued on the line dance,
Till the end of the song.
Other dancers and performers were already entering onto the stage behind us,
But as we went all the way over to the end of the stage,
And before we could go back to the center of the stage and then exit through the back curtain,
(and right at the last few bars of the song,)
The man next to me gasped and clutched his chest,
and then collapsed onto the floor.
I let go of the woman and reached out with my other hand,
And caught him the best that I could,
Though his weight pressed me down to the ground as well.
(I was quite tiny, and he was very tall.)
I held his head in my lap,
And the other dancers were then starting up their song,
So no one really noticed us laying there.
(The spot lights followed the current lead singer and the dancers,
and did not highlight the whole stage at one time.)
He lay there in my arms,
I knew that he was having a heart attack,
So I quietly but quickly,
Spoke under my breath,
And began casting out any demons trying to do this to him
In the name of Jesus.
I then called my God’s blessing to come down upon him,
and to heal this man for my sake,
as a favor to one of His beloved children.
I placed my one free hand upon his chest as I said this,
And waited for something to happen.
But nothing did.
I then felt the Holy Spirit tell me within my mind,
To sing in tongues to Him.
So I did.
The singing seemed to relax the muscles of the man a little bit more,
but there was still no obvious discernible movement from his body.
Others had begun to notice us there out on the stage,
And soon the paramedics rushed onto the stage
To come help him.
They rushed forward to begin assessing the man,
And motioned for me to get out of the way.
As I gently let go of his head and stepped back,
There was a short pause as they began taking his readings,
And then suddenly the man gave a loud gasp,
Pulling air into his lungs, as he tried to get back up.
The paramedics backed off,
Clearly startled at the man’s quick recovery,
And watched him as he motioned to the area behind them.
The man yelled out “Wait! Where is she? That woman!
The one dancing with me! She called upon her God and He saved me!”
At that, the small crowd parted, so the man could once again see me,
now standing there a short ways off in the corner.
“That’s the girl! There! In the Corner!”
Others pointed to me, and the man gave a nod in agreement.
“Yes! That’s her! She cried out to her God Jesus,
and asked Him to please save me for her sake, as a favor to her!
She sang and spoke in a odd language,
and then her God Jesus Christ came and saved me!”
Well, at that, the people in charge quickly got all of us off that stage,
(as a matter of damage control,)
And while man went to the local hospital to be checked up,
the authorities arrested me for being a Christian.
The doctors who examined the man,
found that he had indeed suffered from a heart attack,
but was now (somehow,) healed.
Other delegates from his country surrounded him,
And listened to his testimony.
His fellow countrymen believed him,
And wanted to hear more about this girl who had cared enough to try and save their beloved delegate.
But they were told they were not allowed to contact me,
Because I was in prison.
When they found out I was basically being imprisoned
For demonstrating my faith in my God by saving their delegate’s life,
a great uproar among their people came forth,
demanding that I not be punished for this ‘crime’.
They kept up their demands, and became even more vocal,
Until the police were told to set me free.
But the authorities kept a close eye on me,
In case I suddenly became outspoken,
And tried to go out and preach to everyone in the streets.
(I was told that I would end up back in prison if I did this.)
I went straight home,
For I had become sick with a cold while in prison,
And so for the next six weeks or so,
I recuperated in bed,
Thereby remaining silent by default.
The man and his close friends came to try and thank me,
But the authorities were there the whole time,
Making sure no other information about Jesus could be shared.
This did not matter however,
for I knew that the Holy Spirit would find a way to lead the man to Jesus.
I knew that one day soon, his questions would be answered.
The police soon decided that I must have ‘learned my lesson’,
and stopped watching me so intently.
(Little did they know, the Holy Spirit was simply not telling me to go out
and spread the gospel in that manner at this time,
and that was why I remained off the streets.)
The man who had the heart attack,
tried valiantly to spread the word of what had happened to him.
He and his people began to look into this God called Jesus.
They could not understand why our country would forbid it,
if it could do such good things like cure the sick.
The news stations were told not to give it any attention,
and that the hoopla would then soon die down without media attention.
But it didn’t.
The country where this delegate came from,
had a shake down of sorts in their ranks of delegates.
The upper level ones in authority,
did not want this to be ‘blown all out of proportion’,
thereby ruining their chance to keep their ‘good standing’ membership in the U.N.
But the common people, and the delegates closer to the man,
did not care about such things. They wanted to know more about this Jesus,
and they worked to find out more information about Him.
The incident ended up creating a whole other group of believers in Jesus Christ,
within their tiny country.
I then woke up.
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