Excerpt from The Butane Gospel....
I put my hand on his head and I knew for sure I was blushing all over ‘cause I felt so ridiculous and sinful. I cleared my throat and got started with my blaspheming.
“Oh Lord, this here’s Francisco and he’s got heart trouble….For crying out loud! This is stupid.”
“Go on Senor Butane. I can feel the power of God in your touch.”
“Right. Okay. Lord, like I was saying, this here’s Francisco and they’re fixing to operate on his heart tomorrow, but he’s worried he won’t make it through the surgery. I know you think this is out of line, Lord. Believe me, I do too and I’m sorry. But Francisco wants me to pray that he gets cured. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m praying he gets cured. I guess that’s all. Amen.”
Well, Francisco started trembling all over like he was freezing to death. Then there was that soft yellow light all around him and I sure thought I heard that same Catholic angel music again. He looked up at me with tears all in his eyes and raised his hands up. I tried to take my hand off his head, but it was stuck there….
Anyway, Francisco kept on with his crying and hollered real joyful like, “I am cured Senor Butane! I can feel it. There is no pain in my chest. It’s a miracle! The Lord has answered your prayer. I am healed! I have been spared! Muchas gratias Senor Butane. Bless you. Bless you.”
-The Butane Gospel