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what do I do until then? This is becoming more irritating than anything. It seems like it’s happening more and more. I can’t make it stop. Like for instance, when I look at you, I see this dark-skinned woman with a short, natural hairstyle. She has two children, boys, standing beside her, and she is waving and smiling.”
    Bishop’s eyes widened and he jumped to his feet, slamming his hands against the desk. His chair rolled back and hit the wall. Misha jumped, startled at his reaction. His smile was gone. She could see the veins beating through the skin of his forehead and neck. “What are you talking about? You don’t know anything about me. How dare you walk into my office trying to trick me with gossip, pretending the Lord is showing you something. Do you think I’m some kinda fool?” he shouted.
    â€œBishop, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need your help. I came for help. That’s all.”
    â€œDo you think you’re the first one to think they can pull something over my head? Who sent you here?” he said, walking around his desk and staring at her.
    â€œRoger told me to talk with you. I didn’t say anything to him about the woman.”
    â€œSo you and Minister Williams think you can take over this ministry with your lies and gossip. You think you’re sneaky. You need to try again. I built this ministry up to what it is today and I’m not about to let the two of you come in here and destroy it.”
    â€œBishop, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only came here for help. I need to understand what’s going on with me.” Misha could not believe his reaction.
    â€œSo you thought you could pretend you were a prophet and make me admit to something that’s not true?”
    â€œBishop, I—”
    â€œIt’s time for Bible Study. Please leave my office. I have to prepare for service. We’ll continue this conversation later.”
    Misha left his office, bewildered at what had just happened. She didn’t understand the reaction she got from him. Walking down the long hallway and down the short set of steps to the main sanctuary, she tried desperately to hold back the tears. She found a seat near the front of the church and silently prayed to herself about what happened and asked God for direction. Roger sat down beside her and kissed her lightly on the cheek, interrupting her thoughts.
    â€œMimi, what’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her eyes on the threshold of tearing.
    â€œWe’ll talk about it later,” Misha whispered, holding her head down, trying to keep the tears from falling.
    â€œDid you talk to Bishop?”
    â€œI don’t want to talk about it. I’ll tell you after Bible Study.”
    The praise team got up and began service, and afterward the large group of people was divided into smaller classes with the largest, the adults, remaining in the sanctuary. Roger sat beside her with his arm around her shoulders. Bishop came out and began to address the congregation.
    â€œThere comes a time in everyone’s ministry when we have to do things we don’t want to. I’ve been praying in my office about this and I feel this is what God wants me to do.” He stood at the podium, fumbling through the papers in front of him.
    Something bad was about to happen. Misha could feel it. His every word was directed at her even though he did not look at her. He began to teach on witchcraft and the hold it could have on people. Misha fidgeted in her seat as she listened to him speak. Roger was engrossed with every word. At one point, he stood along with others, voicing his agreement to what Bishop was saying. He talked about the spirit of manipulation and how this was a primary instrument of the enemy. The congregation was taking it all in with such enthusiasm. Misha could not join in. That horrible sinking feeling in her gut wouldn’t let go and kept getting