When I became disabled and unable to teach any longer, I became really depressed and my son wanted me to move four states away to live near him.
In the shape I was in, I couldn't keep the house up to sell it let alone be able to pack the house due to subsequent operations. I prayed for help and a path to follow.
I happened to be at Kinkos one day and a young man and woman wanted to bind some booklets he made for his class at the U. It would cost $100.00 the Kinkos employee said. But the young man didn't have the money.
I was standing behind him and told him I didn't live far and had a binder and equipment at home. They came over, I bound the books and they loved my house. They agreed to wait for my recovery and bought my home. They paid my asking price.
Yes, there are other stories as well, but this tells me Someone was listening. I am so very grateful. Coincidence? I don't think so.
What we need comes to us. What we need to know is revealed to us in the perfect time / space sequence. That is ... if one believes. I do.
I'll tell you what I remember about prayer. My grandparents took me to church three times a week. On Wednesday evenings the prayer lists were a foot long. Every family either had a member of a friend who was dying of cancer or heart disease. There were no treatments for coronary conditions and the only thing they could do for cancer was surgery and over half the time the tumor metastici ed and the patient lived a year or so more. I saw more closed casket funerals back then, before 1950 than all like that combined since then. People prayed till they were blue in the face and their knees were bloody. Guess what....after hundreds of billions of prayers the ailing suffered and died anyway.
Now...with diet control, sophisticated electronic diagnostic systems, MRI's, CATScans, ultrasound, endoscopy, colonoscopy, annual checkups, stents, bypasses, pacemakers, stem cells, etc. the same patients live on to their eighties and sometimes nineties.
Either ol' Gawd wasn't even listening back then or he doesn't give a phiddler's phuck.
What I've just posted can be verified by the actuarial tables used by insurance companies. People used to get sick and die. Now they get sick and 500 companies make money off them for about twenty years and they die anyway.
