I woke up angry this morning... First thought... What? Then, the words came... I was being visited by a new minister in my home. My mother was still alive... He came in and looked around into various rooms. Talked to my mother... Flashed into my mind: estate... I broke in, if this is about being a new minister, wanting to talk about tithing... We started arguing about money and what the churches do with money we donate... I could see my mind picturing the huge churches that are alive and well across the world... And I pictured all of the people also around the world that are starving... At some point I said something like, "God told me..." and the new minister broke into what I was saying and asked, "Do you think God speaks to you?" I looked at him questioningly and asked... "Doesn't He speak to you?" That's when I woke up... It seems to me that many thoughts and concerns--let's face it worries, are flowing through our minds these days, so I ...
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