Something More

Conversion

Thursday morning (After Ash Wednesday)

Imee Therese's POV:

"Woah! Re-really?!?!"

"Well, yes. Why don't you believe me? Hehehe!" I giggled on a stunned Anthony about another secret. "I just felt my arms and moved a little. That's why it slipped off and hit the boy."

"So...how's your arms now? Or can you able to move any part of your body...even just a little bit?"

"Umm..." I exerted my energy to move even a single part of my lifeless body...but to no avail. "Nope...perhaps it's just something that God is helping me. Hehehe! But I wonder...I wonder if the boy is fine right now."

"Tok! Tok! Tok!" Then, a knock was heard on my door...

Christian Anthony's POV:

I walked towards the door to open it...then I saw Catherine, along with a familiar face...hmm...it's the boy that was possessed by an evil spirit yesterday!

"Hello, Anthony!" Catherine greets me. "This is Joshua...he's the boy we helped from yesterday. He wants to talk to Imee."

"Oh, yes! Sure, why not?"

I welcomed Joshua into the room like a guest...but it seems his face doesn't reciprocate the hospitality that I am giving him...I didn't know his true intention to Imee...until he approaches her bedside...and suddenly kneels down and sob hardly.

"HUHUHUHU!!! SORRY! I'M SO SORRY, ATE IMEE! I DIDN'T MEANT TO HURT YOU BACK THEN! PLEASE...FORGIVE ME! HUHUHUHU!!!!"

Despite the fact the an evil spirit has taken control of his body, Joshua understands that he had hurt Imee so much...I was even angry on what he had done to her back then...and now, he's repentant...

"Don't worry, my friend. I forgive you." Imee reaches out her compassion to Joshua and forgives him. "You didn't really meant to hurt me, right? That's fine."

Joshua continues to cry for a moment before he calms down...he wiped his tears by his arms and composed himself...

"Thank you...thank you for giving me a chance. By the way, my name is Joshua Aguirre, 20 years old, and I want to seek for your advice..."

Imee Therese's POV:

"Okay, let me hear from you." I smile to motivate him.

"Umm...Ate Imee...to tell you the truth...I'm an atheist." Joshua confesses to me. "I don't believe in existence of God or anything supernatural in this world. But ever since an evil spirit take over me...I started to question about it. Tell me, milady...is there really a God existing in our lives?"

"Well...by the fact that you have been saved from an evil spirit, then yes, God exists." I answers his question. "He's there to guide you...to protect you...to save you. Because He loves you, He wanted you to share the happiness that He has when He freed you from evil."

"But...where IS God? I mean...I don't see him anywhere around me..."

"That's just it! You can't see Him because He's special...He's nowhere to be seen because He's doing a lot of things in shaping your life! Do you see who created you in your mother's womb? Do you really see the one who sets you free from evil yesterday? No, right? These things are so supernatural that sometimes science can't explain it...that is already an explanation that God exists...you just need to believe in Him, even He's not around."

I continued my explanation to Joshua. "I can't see God...and never will...because I'm blind. But look...I believe so much to Him...that He begins to use me as an instrument to restore the faith that was lost in the city...nobody can turn a Eucharist into a part of a real heart...nor can make gaping holes in my hands, feet and my side without getting caught with tetanus...nor can make my blood fizzle to defeat the evil within you. Nobody can...but God can. I shouldn't be alive by now because of so many failures my frail body has done to me...but He let me live...because I believe in Him, even He's not around."

"Joshua, my friend. It's so lonely without somebody to guide you...somebody to love you...somebody to protect you. I can feel the loneliness inside your heart right now...perhaps that is why the devil took that opportunity to attack you and do so many crazy things. This is the right time to start believe in Him by yourself...allow Him to enter your body...let Him share the love He wanted to see for the long time...and allow Him to talk to you...to love you...to protect you."

"Yes, Joshua. You have come to the right place." Anthony agrees with me. "You will have more friends than you've ever imagined, thanks to God! Hehehe!"

"Joshua...don't worry. We will never leave from you." Catherine tells the boy. "Just remember, don't do anything stupid...just like that evil spirit has done to us!"

"Ehehehe! My bad." Joshua chuckles in embarrassment. "I'm really sorry, Ate Imee. It's just a huge misunderstanding."

"Hehehe! Don't worry, it doesn't matter to me at all!" I giggled as I assured him.

Then I hear some little voices...it's Catherine and Joshua talking to each other...

"Psst...Imee, I just saw Catherine and Joshua holding hands together...then I heard Catherine saying she likes him!"

"Hey! Why do you talk stuffs like that? Hehehe!" I giggled by the sudden change of talk from Anthony. "You didn't forget about my wheelchair, huh?"

"Of course! I'm almost done with the repairs. Once it's finished, I could take you out for another walk, shall we?"

"Well...okay. Thank you, Anthony."

I smiles brightly at him...he's really so kind to me...doing great things to make my life a bit better. I wish I can do something in return to him in return. Well, God will do something about it...in the right time...

Meanwhile,

Third Person's POV:

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Torre. You may now kiss the bride..."

Father Jean just celebrated the wedding mass of Arturo and Frederica Dela Torre, the culmination of more than a decade of relationship, passing through the thick and the thin...

The celebration continues with the banquet reception held in a plaza adjacent to the church...everything's is doing must fine until they find out...

"AAAAAAH!!!!"

"Woah! Wha-what's the problem, sweetie?" Arturo checks out his wife on what is going on with her.

"Our wine...we don't have wine!" Frederica complains. "How about our guests?!?! They will be so mad at us when they will learn about this!"

Father Jean overheard the conversation...and thinks of an idea...

"Maybe...I could use some help from her..."