We were engaged for exactly three days, from Tuesday to Friday. Then God gave me a Vision of my own.
Suppressing giggles, we hid behind bushes and watched as he pushed his hand under her shirt and felt her boobs, what Marty called "stealing third base"on this very spot two years ago.
It occurred to me that every Nazarene preacher, every missionary, every minister of music had pushed his hand under the shirt of his girlfriend or wife and felt her boobs. And had sex with her. It was a job requirement.
Sooner or later, Sarah would expect me to do that.
But it wasn't going to happen. Watching the counselor fondling his girlfriend's boobs, I knew that intimate acts with a girl were out of the question, period.
But if I didn't get married and have sex with girls, I couldn't become a missionary. Then how could Dan and I escape to Saudi Arabia?
I left Sarah at her afternoon crafts class and walked down the mosquito-infested pathway toward the boys' cabins. "God, give me a Vision," I prayed. "Tell me your Will for my life."
But today I heard the shower running, and felt its hot, moist steam on my face. Who would be showering in the middle of the afternoon? I walked over and peeked beyond the yellow stone wall.
Before Brother Dino could turn around and see me, I ducked behind the stone wall, did my business at a urinal, and rushed back to my cabin.
That was the vision! I thought excitedly. God has shown me His Will -- He wants me to be with a man!
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