Victory Over Death
by Melanie Hemry
Don West leaned against the bar, sipping his longneck beer. It was a fall night in October 1993, and the band from Nashville, Tenn., was rocking. Don’s 6-foot-3-inch frame towered over the crowd as he watched the dance floor. The beer was cold and the music hot. It didn’t get much better than this.
So why did it feel like the walls were closing in on him? What am I doing here? Something seemed off. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Don felt the hair on the back of his neck lift as though someone was watching him. Turning around, his face slammed into the chest of the biggest man he’d ever seen. He was huge. Don looked up…and up…and up until he met the man’s eyes.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Don blurted. “I love the Lord.”
“He knows that,” the giant said. “He loves you too. He loves all of them,” sweeping his arm toward the crowd on the dance floor. Don looked at where the man pointed for just a moment before turning back.
The massive man had disappeared.
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