Posted on 11/09/2019 7:21:00 AM PST by daniel1212
I wonder if it would be customary for the nurse to check such a patient’s feet and ankles first thing.
Great story Daniel1212!
And the author does not insist you do. I myself allows that such could have a natural explanation, even as one who finds belief in Jesus Christ as being evidentially warranted. But I should have prefaced my comment "An interesting and or inspiring story for Saturday morning.
Obama being president of the US.
I don't know how I got there. I had been sleepwalking, so that's a likely explanation, but don't know who let me in, or how I found the only empty bed. Oddly, the cot I left in our room was 18" from the cot on the other side of the wall. doo doo doo doo ...doo doo doo doo.
It was very early when their chaperone woke me and asked who the hell I was. I returned across the hall where my mates were still asleep. When I told the story, no one believed me.
It's not overly freaky, but too good of a story not to share, imho.
“Epstein not killing himself.”
Didn’t you mean to say “Epstein killing himself”.
“ The craziest, unexplainable event I have witnessed is why all the obvious traitors aren’t hanged on the WDC mall.”
That’s an easy one...there are simply too many of them. There are probably more than 100 million traitors or supporters of traitors in America today. That kind of thing is handled by bloody civil wars, not a civil justice system.
I have to say the way that God took me and changed me into the man I am today. If I had not been saved back on October 25, 1976 I would have turned out like the rest of my family, if not in an early grave.
Salvation is an absolute miracle . . . and I can attest to it. Not only in my life, but in many of those that I know, my wife, and my kids.
God is good, all the time!
“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new” (2 Corinthians 5:17).
I’ve got a similar weird story involving mysterious transport from one place to another while driving. Started out on one highway, ended up on a non-intersecting parallel highway 10 miles west.
That’s pretty cool.
One night I watched one of those “black triangles” glide over my ridge and onto parts unknown.
Hubby was mad that I didn’t go get him so he could see it, too, but I didn’t want to miss it, myself.
What Jesus
Wears to the Beach?
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You bring up a
Profound Theological
Question.
REO Speedwagon?
My Bad!
“Junior Mints!”
I watch 3 or 4
Episodes a night.
Just started from
The first episode
Last night.
It nourishes my
“Inner Kramer.”
This may not be the kind of response you’re looking for but it’s certainly true. About 8 years ago my brother found my mother collapsed in her house. She was taken to Cottage Hospital in Galesburg, IL, where doctors said she was suffering from heart failure. Over the next few weeks she seemed to recover. She was alert, but uncommunicative. The hospital said they had to release her and told Mike he needed to find a nursing home. Mike called me to discuss it and I decided to drive back to Illinois from Colorado to see how I could help. He called me while I was going through Kansas and said they were getting ready to move her out of the hospital room and he planned to take her to his house where he thought he could care for her. After we disconnected, I shot a prayer to God, not asking for any miracle of healing but simply saying that Mom had been His faithful servant all of her life and it would be a blessing if He would call her home. I had barely said “amen” when Mike called back and said that when he had returned to her room with the nurses Mom was dead. Obviously I can’t prove that there was any divine intervention but I remain convinced that God answers prayer.
I lived in a converted garage off Los Palmas avenue and I worked evenings at J.C Penny's selling shoes and then did my homework after I got home from work after 10:30.
One evening while riding back to my apartment from work on my Honda 90, I lost my paycheck. I spent several hours that night looking for it along the road but no luck. Since I was young and inexperienced, I didn't know that they could have just reissued the check.
I called the Honda finance people to let them know that I would be late for the payment and told my angry French landlady that my rent would be delayed a week and learned even more obscene French phrases from her.
I had no food in my place at all and it never occurred to me to beg or steal, so I just hunkered down to not eat for a week until my next payday.
On day four or so, I started to faint in class. I was also starting to run low in gas (my commute between school and work and the apartment was about 60 miles). That evening I was riding back to Hollywood and I spotted a guy hitchhiking on Ventura Boulevard and I stopped t ask him where he needed to go. He looked like he was about 30 and he was wearing a brand-new looking double-breasted suit, had brown and white saddle oxfords on and had a new-looking leather suitcase. In 1962 that mode of dress seemed to be about 15-20 years out of style but the guy seemed OK. He said he need to get to Beverly Hills and hadn't found a taxi. I asked him where in Beverly Hills (hoping it was someplace I wouldn't know, so I wouldn't have to backtrack miles away) and he told me "Laurel Way" - the one street there I knew really well, since a friend of mine lived there.
I gave him a ride there and when we reached the address he gave me, he hopped off and offered me some money - which I turned down. He insisted in at least giving me gas money and I said OK, 25 cents (the price of one gallon of gas) and he handed me a dollar. I turned towards him to tell him that it was too much and he was gone. I looked in every direction, nothing.
I rolled my bike downhill with the engine off to save gas and when I found a gas station to fill the bike, I discovered that the bill he gave me was a ten, not a one and I ate like a king that evening!
I believed then and still believe all these years later that I had met an angel.
Oh! Yes of course ;)
Wow! What a strange thing to happen. Did it ever happen again, the sleep walking?
I went to that World’s Fair Expo ‘67. I would have been 8. Not so odd as to not be believeable, but we met a family at church Sunday am on the way to the fair. (May have been the pastor’s family) We spent the afternoon with that family who had eight kids. Had the BEST time.
Now it would be odd for me to step foot in Canada.
Loved your clever reply :)
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