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He descended the steps, flanked by two burly men in headsets. He walked right up to her, and Martha had to step back. He smelled of expensive cologne and coffee. He leaned down, his face inches from her mother’s, and for a moment, Martha saw something in his eyes—not malice, but a fierce, unblinking certainty. He believed. That was the terrifying part. He absolutely, completely believed.

Delia’s eyes were wet. She whispered, “Martha, push me forward.” kenneth copeland healing

“Take a step,” Copeland commanded.

Delia looked at him, then at Martha. Her hands trembled on the armrests. He descended the steps, flanked by two burly men in headsets