Hang
on, hang on.
I've forgotten something really important.
Back up to 1983.
Get ready for God to speak.
Date unknown. Place unknown.
The only thing I do know is that I was an unbeliever...
I was very
interested in things 'spiritual'. I was reading books like, 'Out on a Limb' by Shirley
MacLaine, and had relegated Jesus to the 'maybe he never even existed' category. I
was drawn to books on astrology, reincarnation, astral travel, tarot cards,
crystals. It was all pretty empty but I kept searching. I wanted to know what
life was really all about. I couldn't swallow the western line of thought that
seemed to say that everything there was to know was to be found on the physical
plane. There was something more, and I knew it. But what was it?
Having rejected
Christianity at the wise old age of 12, I didn't think there was any point covering old
ground, so I was looking in new directions. I began to haunt the Theosophy Bookshop, until
the day I bought a book, supposedly written by a medium doing automatic writing. It was
such a load of meaningless drivel that I couldn't bear to read it.
I had always drawn
the line in my spiritual experimentation when it came to seances. These I considered
dangerous. I couldn't have given you a reasonable explanation at the time, as to why I
considered these any more dangerous than other forms of occult activity, other than to say
that evil spirits were real and seances opened the door to them. I have no idea how
I knew this.
Then it happened.
God spoke to me for the first time. We are in 1983 now. 1984 is a year away.
God:
"You believe in evil spirits.
Why don't you believe in
Me?"
That was all.
Nothing else. But it was enough. I was thoroughly converted and became an instant
evangelist. Only one problem. Knowing God exists is not the same as knowing
God. But it was a start.
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