My role on the podcast When Angels Visit Armadillo

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This is a segment from an episode of a podcast I was a part of last year. I play a preacher giving his sermon of the end times.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US South)

Transcript

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now. Now I want everyone to just take a minute. Look at this crowd guy that he today in the name of God say hello to your neighbor. Shake their hand. Let them know you are filled with joy that they are here today for we are all here toe worship together in the eyes of God wondrous joyous site you have given him today for he looks after each and every one of you. We must come together If we are to ask him for his guidance, we must worship if we are toe, ask him for his grace and we must spread his word to our neighbors If we are to ask him off his love Can you feel it right now? That love that won't coming over you like a holy site? Like a calm way. That's it, folks. Let that feeling lingered. Remember how it washes over. You won your here today. Maybe you've been having a hard week That job not making ends meet like you thought it would getting home late cause you gotta work the night shift. Maybe you've been forgetting to pray at night. Maybe someone here has lost side of what's on board. But I'm here to remind you today of the past. I'm here to remind you that you can make that choice to date, that you can ask Jesus to be your savior. And he will take you in his arms. He will be by your side in the thick of the mud. He will hold your hand in the swamp and raise you out of the dirt for when he returns. He will remember the ones who was sitting here today And he will remember the ones who didn't bother to show up who thought they had too much on the plate to the vote Any time to God. He has forgiven now. But he will be merciless that when the wildfires come in, the snakes slithering from the molten earth the devil will shake us. But we will not be frightful. For while cities may crumble and ah, water Mary, turn the deep black red of bowling blood. He will be there. The angels will come and they will take us by the hand. They will ascend with all souls to heaven. We will be saved