Prince of Vodou

Breaking the Chains

By Heather Rae Rodin

That night, for the first time in five years, the beautiful spirit woman came to visit, floating through the thick cement wall without making a sound.

He had not seen her since the day he decided to follow Jesus, leaving vodou behind, and had almost forgotten about her. She appeared the same, but surrounded by darkness he had not noticed before.

Reaching his bed she knelt at his side weeping bitterly. “Why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me, Joisaint.”

“You must go and never come back,” the boy spoke firmly. “I belong to Jesus now.”

“If you obey me, I will make you very rich and powerful.” Her breath tickled his ear and he pulled away.

He wanted to be rich. He wanted to be powerful.

Softly filtering through the darkness came the still small voice of God, reminding him he was loved.

The two voices battled in his head throughout the night until, in the early morning light, he lay limp and exhausted.

It was time to make a decision.

Acting Badly

A Sorceror’s Story of Redemption

BY HEATHER RODIN

There was no sound from within the hut as he stealthily moved to the door. He gently tried the wooden handle. It didn’t budge.

She thinks it’s locked, he scoffed. She believes her Jesus is protecting her. Ha! I’ll show her some Jesus!

After uttering a few magic words, he watched the door silently swing open before him. Agi Mal could see perfectly in the dark and immediately focused on the girl sleeping soundly on the narrow cot against the wall, her worn-out slippers resting neatly under the bed.

Yes, that’s her. I recognize those horrible shows.

He looked about the hut to see if there were any others, but she was alone. Stepping closer, he picked up one slipper, turned it upside down on top of the other, and carefully slid them under her thin pillow.

That will insure a deep sleep for awhile. Now… to teach her a lesson.