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“There God sat, wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and tie. He was not wearing His white robe today, because He didn’t want people to recognize Him right away. His suit was well ironed with no wrinkles, because He was perfect and didn’t like spots or wrinkles. The seams on God’s pants were razor-sharp. Everyone wore nice, crisp, clean clothes to church on Sundays—their Sunday best. God’s
clothing was the same or better.”
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clothing was the same or better.”
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“God wasn’t answering my prayers, so I made a deal with God. In addition to the prayers forced out of me each morning and before I went to sleep, I began to read the Book of Psalms in the Bible. I figured God would answer my prayers when I got to the end.”
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“It was around six o’clock in the morning when something woke me suddenly from my sleep. It was the strong presence of The Man—in the room—again. Cussing under my breath, I yanked the sheet off my head. Instinctively, my eyes were drawn, as if by magnets, in the direction of my feet, where I felt, or rather sensed, His presence. Instead of the usual empty space, I saw tiny fragments of light shimmering in the space between my sister’s bed and mine. Fascinated, I remained transfixed, eyes wide open, wondering what those dancing lights could be. I stared in amazement as the lights slowly began to coalesce into the shape of—
“Jesus!” I shouted.”
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“Jesus!” I shouted.”
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