Godly teens

WHEN GIANTS FALL; WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR PRAYER WARRIOR. Episode 3. He was at the chapel again. I had stalked him there. As he walked towards the altar, I followed behind quietly, inching close enough to hear and see him but not enough for him to detect any movement. He dropped to his knees, bowed his head and folded his arms across his chest. I couldn't see his face, so I stared at his back. "Oh Lord," he began. "Make use of me. Make me the Paul of my generation, Lord. Fill me afresh with your Spirit. Pour your oil on my altar and cause me to burn so hot for you..." As he prayed, I felt the intensity of his prayers. The atmosphere was changing. His words became less pronounced and shifted gears to deep, sorrowful groans. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his body shook as if under a burden. "One thing I ask Lord," he prayed in between gnashed teeth. "Make me a walking piece of heaven. Let sinners, people who don't know yo

WHEN GIANTS FALL; WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR PRAYER WARRIOR. Episode 2 ...Continued from episode 1 ... I was scared. But I was determined to know more about this guy. Who in their right senses could ignore a girl like me and still get away with making me guilty. I had thought I was done with guilt. I killed guilt the moment I stepped on campus. Sure, my conscience was there but, it was as good as dead. I had made sure of that. So how dare this young man bring life to what I already killed? How dare he? He wasn't a fresher. No, he didn't have the look that they all did. He didn't look a sophomore either. So he was either penultimate or in his final year. I couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking about him. Something extraordinary was at work and I knew but I couldn't place a finger on it. How could someone who didn't notice me leave such an indelible mark on me? I vowed to find him. I didn't have to talk to him. I just wanted to see him ag