[ WP ] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected

`` Are you ready, my child?'' asked Brother Darryl in a low voice. His smile was warm, genuine, and fatherly. I nodded and he slipped his arm around my shoulders. `` Brothers and Sisters!'' he announced to the congregation, `` Christine has decided, this blessed morning, to receive the true Holy Spirit into her veins!'' He threw his right hand up into the air showing his own mark of the Holy Spirit on his wrist: a purple, spiraled scar. 
 
 `` Amen!'' answered the congregation. 
 
 Brother Darryl led me to the cushioned chair that sat to the right of his pulpit. From the sanctuary, he opened the small, chilled cabinet where they kept the serum of the Holy Spirit. He filled a syringe with the gold liquid and turned again to me. 
 
 `` Christine. Do you believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God, that he was born as a man, and died for your sins?'' 
 
 `` I do,'' I answer, my heart swelling. 
 
 `` Then I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.'' 
 
 They used to baptize by water. Some still do. The Catholics would baptize babies, but we know now that was a false baptism. This is the truest form of baptism - baptism of the blood - of the heart. 
 
 Brother Darryl stabbed the syringe into my wrist with gusto. The burn was sweet and slow as the serum pushed into my veins. My head grew light and my vision faded to black. I heard the voices: strange melodic singing. They were n't hymns I knew, they were n't even in English. *The tongues of angels. * Praise God. 
 
 As my vision returned, I felt as though every molecule in me was alive and buzzing. I felt warm and cozy, similar to how I used to feel after a few drinks. But this was not the comfort of familiar sin. No. No, no, no. This was God in His sanctuary. The congregation was on its feet singing with the piano. 
 
 
 *Make me a servant, * 
 
 *Lord, Make me like you, * 
 
 *For You are a servant, * 
 
 *Make me one, too* 
 
 Tears fill my eyes as I rise from the chair to raise my scarred wrist to my new family. Only, there is something different now. Something new. I see more faces there than there were before. These faces are new and terrible and they tower above everyone else's heads. Their bodies covered in eyes, seven sets of wings, and clothed in light. The Holy Spirit has given me the gift of sight. Praise God.
