Once I helped a social cause in town. I would fix things here and there around the property. The head volunteer and I got to talking. His wife awhile back would go off to these religious ceremonies where they would talk in tongues. A nonsensical language inspired by divine spirit. One night when she was out doing her thing, he asked God is that what he was really all about ? While in bed his feet became real hot, then it moved up his leg real slow. The heat became a fire and entered his chest cavity. It was agony he called to God I can't take it anymore. The fire retreated back down whence it came. Now he knew that God existed beyond a shadow of a doubt. Also God listened to him by getting out He had doubts later but God would reinforce him. Soon he would get divorced and sell his successful auto business and start doing the lord's work.
I found this in my drawer today on a small piece of sturdy stock paper.
"Burn. Thou all-consuming fire, Till purest gold is wrought, Burn till there comes a daily death. To every selfish thought? "
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