United States, New York City, Brooklyn, East Flebash.

Brooklyn is the worst-case district in New York City. From Flebash Avenue east of the city, it is full of traditional black communities, dirty and xenophobic, and almost no one of other skin colors enters.

Flebash Church in East Flebash was converted from a bankrupt cinema. It is low and messy, completely different from other tall and gorgeous churches in New York City, and at most it is a community church.

Most of the people who appear in this church are black-skinned black people living in nearby communities. Even the pastor who presides over the church is an old black man wearing a black pastor's robe.

Today is not Sunday, but it is very different from usual. In the small church, whether it is the original chairs in the cinema, the aisle next to it, or even the small open space in front of the podium, they are all densely packed with black men, women, young and old.

However, unexpectedly, even though there were so many people sitting here, the whole church was very quiet. The black believers who were originally busy with prayers and prayers were now all shut up.

However, without exception, their eyes were wide open and they stared at the front, where the screen had been removed and the statue of the great cross of Jesus' crucifixion was placed.

Specifically, it is the old black priest under the statue, next to the worship podium, the black old priest robe below, and a little black girl lying on a long table covered with white tablecloth and wearing a braid.

Next to them was a young black couple. The man was strong and his arms were tattooed. The woman was fat and had fluffy hair. But the expressions of both of them were the same. They all looked at the little girl on the table with a worried look on her face. Her face was full of tears that had already burst out from her eyes, and she kept murmuring: "Pulis, Pulis..."

But the old black pastor had a very calm face. He held the cross pendant on his chest and looked at the little girl in front of him. His voice was warm and confident: "Brothers and sisters, God loves the world. God has always been by our side, caring for us silently. Let us pray together and use our piety to exchange for the health of Little Linda! for the future of this child!"

With his voice, everyone in the church clasped their hands and fingers connected, and began to pray to the cross in front.

Time passes by bit by bit.

Suddenly, a small burst of exclamations came from the praying crowd.

Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths widened.

I saw a faint light emitted from the hands of the old black pastor. With his gentle caressing, the original blood stains on the little girl's forehead gradually disappeared, and the original wound began to heal bit by bit...

It was only about one minute before the light from the black old pastor's hand disappeared. He raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the little girl on the table again.

The wound on the little girl's forehead had completely disappeared, and her entire forehead was smooth.

"Hmm..." The little black girl made a faint sound, her eyebrows moved, and then opened her eyes.

She half sat up, looked at the huge fanatical look below in confusion, with a loving old pastor beside her, and finally stopped her eyes on her parents who were surprised and hugged each other.

"Dad!" she cried, and cried out with a little scared cry. She climbed off the table, threw herself into her parents' arms, hugged them together, and cried all over.

"Praise God!" The old black pastor raised his hands and was as angry as a bell.

“Praise God!”

“Praise God!”

“Praise God!”

...

The sounds in the church were continuous, wave after wave, excited and fanatical, like a tsunami.

After five minutes of cheering, the old black pastor raised his hand again, suppressing the noise of everyone.

He exhaled and said, "God loves the world, and people should love God. All God wants is your piety and your dedication! Only in this way will He protect us and protect us until the end of the world!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the young black couple next to him with gratitude and excitement: "God needs your piety!"

The couple looked at each other and immediately knelt in front of the huge statue of the cross, holding hands together, and praying constantly.

"No, this is not pious." The old black pastor interrupted them with a gentle voice.

In the confused eyes of the couple, the old pastor first looked at the black husband with a tattoo: "God hopes you can become better! As far as I know, you are from the Red Turban Gang, helping them transport the marijuana, to Queens, and sell it to the students there, those children?"

"Yes." The young black man lowered his head, looking ashamed.

"God hopes that you will leave the gang, leave the crime, find a serious job, and support your family in a proper way!" The old pastor said earnestly.

"Yes, Pastor Bruce, I promise!" The young black man raised his head, burst into tears, and his voice firmly.

Hearing the promise, the old pastor looked at the black wife who had exploded: "God also hopes that you can turn back to justice! Stop your theft!"

The fat black wife opened her mouth but said nothing.

"You are only twenty-two years old, and you can also find a job and use your legitimate income to compensate those convenience stores that you stolen!" The old pastor also spoke earnestly.

"I promise! I will compensate them, and I will definitely compensate them!" The black wife also burst into tears.

After persuading the two, the old pastor looked at the audience again: "God loves us, we are all God's children, white-skinned, dark-skinned, yellow-skinned. He treats us equally. He does not want some of us to be robbers, some of us to be thieves, and some of us to take away other people's lives! He hopes that one day, when we truly see Him, we will be in heaven!"

"We should also love God, dedicate our piety and our faith! Go and ask for His care! Everyone knows that we have angered Him and left Him for so long, so long... But this time, everyone can see that He finally forgives us! He is so close to us now, so close, and so much love he gives us..."

...

At the end of the temporary service, everyone stood up and left the church. You can see that many of them had their eyes red and their faces were still filled with undissipated touch...

As the crowd dispersed, not far from the church door, a car with a reflective film on the window opened the door, and two men in suits and ties walked down from it, two white-skinned white men.

They walked into the quiet church, which had no people, and faced the eyes of a few black men who had not left and had not left, walked past rows of tables and chairs, and walked to the old black pastor who was moving the tables on the stage.

They took out their documents from their arms and spoke in a serious voice: "FBI, Pastor Bruce, we hope you can come with us."

As soon as their voice fell, several black men who had not left the church surrounded them. They were both men and women, but all of them looked serious. Several black men with tattoos even put their hands in their clothes and waists behind them.

It was obvious that facing the black man surrounding him, the two white agents were equally nervous and put their hands on their waists.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Don't worry, God loves the world, God will bless me, they will not hurt me." Fortunately, there was no panic on the face of the old black pastor, and his voice was still calm. He pressed his hands down and signaled everyone to make way out: "Okay, let's spread."
Chapter completed!