So you can visualize what I am writing of, I have included a photo of part of my wall unit; the shelves I wrote of and am still writing about.
As you can see, there are many photos on the lower shelf, behind which are stored many books, as I previously mentioned.
In front of the pics, you'll notice that there is block of wood that says Jesus on it.
When the photos (including those with frames) all flew off the shelf, one might think that the only things left on the shelf would be those books stored behind. If you thought this, you would be wrong, because the wooden block displaying the word Jesus, was still in place.
I looked at the situation and wondered how this could happen. I came up with no answer. As I mentioned previously, nothing more was moved, or disturbed in any way. Except of course for the book I told you about yesterday. The one that Gordon had bought me as a gift, so we could prepare to travel by RV in Europe at some point in time.
One thought came to mind. The occult.
My granny from N. Ireland worshipped at a Presbyterian church, on and off throughout her life. Many people consider themselves Christian, even if they don't consider themselves born-again, or don't know that they need to be born-again, in order to gain entrance into heaven. I believe my granny was one of those such people.
In addition, many people truly do not know what God instructs, because they don't read the Bible. I believe that if my granny had known what God thought of what involvement she had with the occult, she might have rebuked it, and repented, walked away from it, leaving it as part of a past she couldn't change.
But, I don't believe she knew God's Word, because she not only read tea leaves, but also had visions and dreams. As I've mentioned in the past, she would sometimes phone my parents, with warnings for my dad to be careful in this area or while doing that, because there would be something dangerous happen and she didn't want him hurt.
Believe it or not, I still have more to say about this issue. Please hang in there with me.
Until next time...
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