A congregant held her 40th birthday celebration in one of our Church halls -- inviting 40 guests (actually, it was her 50th birthday). Apparently she had had successful chemotherapy, for breast cancer, and she was in good health. Yet she said to the guests: “The next time we meet, it will be for my funeral.” I said to her: “Didn’t that shock the guests?” She said: “No, they asked me what colour [scheme] I wanted.” Then: “I didn’t ever think of saying that -- it wasn’t my words!” A week later, I received a panicked call from her. She said she had lost the feeling down one side. And it happened as she had said -- her friends met again at her funeral. OBSERVATION: I find that such uncanny incidents are a recurring feature of ministry.
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