Pastor NG vaguely recalled a short story he read some years ago --it gave him a "deja vu" feeling of uncomfort; or should it be disomfort? In such moments, the emotion was difficult to define. He only wished the feeling would go away, and leave him to his Sunday's rumination.
Yes, the congregation had just dispersed; pastor's sermon had been quite up close and personal to the flock wehen he talked about sinners and lost sheep. Those who have not sinned please rise and cast the first stone... among the flock each wondered -- did the pastor aim the dart of accusing finger at him or her? So it was not too composed a crowd that left the church that morning -- and a looming storm more or less represented their state of mind.
Flashes of lightning and thunder boomed across the Furong skyline, a rare happening taking place about once in a blue moon. And today,it was a long way before the moon would rise on the little town's horizon.
Even Pastor Ng was in deep reflection as he googled and found the tale telling on his conscience. Feeling still unsettled, he began to softly read the short story:~