As an Assistant Minister, there was a dancer who belonged to the Church. But dancing ruined her joints, and she was in great pain. She stood in the middle of her lounge carpet, and shot herself. I went to see her husband. He said, "She walked in here yesterday, and spoke to me." I said, "But ... she's dead." He said, "Of
course she's dead! I know that perfectly well! I haven't lost control of my faculties!"
OBSERVATION: Another mystery of ministry. He is not the only one who reported that he saw someone deceased.
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