SPIRITUAL STORIES ARCHIVE
Pepe Arnez slipped quietly onto the plane heading for Mexico. The passengers
would nod as he passed them while making his way down the aisle of the plane,
toward his seat. He would hear people address him as father or padre every few
seconds out of respect for his collar and calling.
But he wasn't a priest. He was a drug runner, which should have been evident
to those who would look at the stone hard features of his face. The drug cartel
had an ingenious drug smuggling ring on the border to Mexico. They had taken
over a mission 50 miles from the border and often sent drug runners dressed as
priests to Mexico, to pick up coffins filled with so called loved ones for
families in the United States. What they were filled with were unidentified
bodies from the morgue, surgically filled with bags of cocaine, covered with
vaseline which masked the smell of the drugs from drug sniffing dogs at the
Another ingenious part of their operation was the method of testing the
quality of the drugs they were smuggling. A long needle that was hidden inside
the bottom of an over sized crucifix, that hung around the drug runner's neck,
was used to inject the drug stored bodies, piercing both the body and the bags
of cocaine, pulling the drug up into the upper part of the crucifix. This way
they could test the drugs before leaving Mexico.
With several coffins loaded onto the plane, Pepe leaned back to relax as the
plane was ready to take off from the Mexican airport. Suddenly, drug sniffing
dogs were brought aboard the plane and were sniffing their way up the aisle.
Pepe realized he had forgotten to empty the drugs out of his crucifix. With no
time to get rid of the drugs, he injected himself with the entire container
which was completely filled at the time.
The drug agents and their dogs had left the plane without incident ten
minutes later without discovering his drug device. But Pepe, was in for the ride
of his life.
He envisioned himself being nailed to the cross, feeling the pain as the
nails pierced his hands and his feet. He felt the sword enter into his side and
the blood trickling down his face from the crown of thorns that was on his head.
He felt life itself slipping from him as he was nailed to the cross, naked in
full view of the public.
When he woke up, he was in a prison hospital, stretched out in a bed with
tubes sticking out of him. He had made it through the near death experience and
slowly regained his consciousness. It had been obvious to the passengers and the
crew on the plane that he was under the influence of drugs and was handed over
to the police when they landed back in the states.
He confessed everything to the police, the drugs were confiscated and he was
convicted of drug smuggling, but given only three years in prison due to his
help in identifying the other drug runners and their operation.
Pepe began to preach to the inmates, not about hell, but about the cost God
was willing to pay to give them a way out of death. He converted many. God had
picked a good one to reveal Himself to.
Copyright © 2008 Mark Edgemon
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