“Millions are missing, where have they gone? UFO’s must have picked them up.”

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote that thought down. The moment that I finished writing, I heard a loud crash and a plant that had been on a little corner shelf right behind me, and had stood there for years, came down and when I looked, I saw in the soil a small medicine man and a Buddha.

One day I had seen that Francine in her bedroom put fresh flowers in a vase, next to a Buddha. I may have been a new Christian, but I knew that what she was doing was wrong. I asked her what she was doing her reply was that the Buddha was somebody's god! “That is true,” I said but that he was not her God.

When Francine heard the noise she came running.

I told her what had happened and when she saw the medicine man and the Buddha, she became afraid and she was now convinced-that she should get rid of the Buddha’s. She had forgotten that she had put them there year’s earlier.

She now showed me all the other Buddha’s that she had in her bedroom, and else where, I was allowed to destroy all of them.

I either broke them or if I couldn’t, I carved the nose off and did what I could to them, so nobody would be able to recognize them anymore.

Francine was also very superstitious everything had a meaning.

I had left my purse standing on the floor, when she told me not to do that.

Not to worry as it was just an old purse. Francine told me that if I left my purse on the floor, my money would walk out.

"Ah, there is where my money has gone, that explains it.”

On New Year’s Eve she would open the front door and the back door, to let the evil out, and the good spirits in.

I am not superstitious, but somehow I had been somewhat influenced by her.

I suppose when you hear these thing so often it rubs off.

One day I dropped a fork, when my sister phoned, I told her that I had just dropped a fork and asked her what that meant. "It means Jenny that you have to bend down and pick it up!” Right!

You may have gone to church your whole life that makes you a churchgoer not necessary a Christian. You may do a lot of charitable things, that makes you a good person, but not necessary a Christian. Right now, there is talk about everyone getting the “smart card.” I believe it is the forerunner of the 666 number. Everything there is to know about you is on that card. You will be the only one in the world, who has this number and therefore, it would most likely be put on you with a laser, so that you can’t lose it.

Today we have a lot of problems with counterfeit money, having your identity stolen, money laundering, credit card fraud etc. Having this number will wipe out things like, drug dealings and prostitution, for you will then have to deal with cash less society.

The following happened in the same house where the "angels" had visited. My telephone was not working properly, so I called the company. The repairmen fixed the phone, or so I thought, it still did not work properly.

Before I could call the company back, I spotted the same repairman that had been to my house the day before, and called out to him that my phone was not working yet. I asked if he could come over and fix it now.

The man said that he was sorry, but he had no work order for me, so he could not help me. I reminded him that he was next door to me.

"Sorry, but I still can't. But I will promise to call the office for you, and tell them as soon as I am up in the pole.”

That was fine, and awhile later there was a knock on the door.

It was the repairman. He told me, that when he gets a work order there is a number on it. He asked if I liked to know what that number was. I could not help but notice the word, was.

I said; "Okay so what was my number?" He said that my number was, and now, he almost whispered it, was 666!

He asked me, if this was not the number of Satan. I confirmed that it was. Then he told me, that my number had been changed. I told him that of course it had been changed because I was a Christian.

That man looked like he had just talked to a saint.

On my car bumper I had a sign that said; "Christians are not perfect, just forgiven.”

I still had not been delivered from smoking a pack a day, I felt terribly convicted. When I was driving, I would be upset when people would drive behind me, for now they could see what a bad Christian I was. I burned a hole in many of my skirts, as I tried to hide my cigarettes. I had finally managed to quit for four long weeks, and I thought I had it made. I found myself looking at others who smoked, with disdain. I had quit and you still smoked? Bad!

One day I went to “Melody land” across from “Disney land” in California, the pastor said that it was wrong to smoke. I felt full of pride I was no longer one of "those.” The pastor then turned to one of the assistant pastors with him on the platform, and asked if it was not true, that Spurgeon smoked cigars?

Spurgeon? Well, if the "prince of the Preachers" could smoke a cigar, then l could surely smoke a cigarette! And I went right back to smoking.

I had to be taught a lesson about pride and self-righteousness.

I continued to smoke for several more years, until I finally was delivered in ‘84, nine years after I had become a Christian.

At work I was placed with a black woman. She always wore a scarf over her head. She told me that she used to go to the Baptist church, but now had joined the Black Muslims. She said that the preacher in the Baptist church, talked always about damn and damnation.

She also told me that the Black Muslims were told to hate all whites, so that included me.

She tried everything to make me mad or upset, but she never succeeded.

She worked the machine and I was left to do the heavier work by hand.

One day the manager said to me that I was to start early the next day. I knew what that meant, rotating the work. Oh boy! I knew that this was not going to make her happy and her reactions were not long in coming. Every time she would pass me, she would hiss; “Okay “darlink,” while trying to mimic my accent.

This had gone on for a while when I stopped her, I could see that she had been expecting this. I told her that there was only one person on this planet that could say “darlink” that way and this was not her but Zsa Zsa Gabor. Betty sorry but you don’t look like her either.

She could not get a hold of me, it did not matter what she tried.

On Saturday’s we had to clean windows, she would come over to me and tell me that she expected my window’s to look as clean as hers. I would snap to attention and say; "Of course ma’am!”

I felt sorry for her being taught to hate me because of my color.

I believe she wanted to hate me, but I also believe that she couldn't, not really.

I also hope and pray that she saw God’s love in me. That would be amazing, as I normally have a rather short fuse.

The manager had waited to see, if she would rotate the work with me, as it was easier to work the machine, then to do all the hand

When I first went to a church, I was asked to come to the Bible study. I am not a disciplined person, too much of a free spirit.

I was not yet used to going too church and I was not sure I wanted to go to their Bible study, so I told the pastor, that I would come if I had enough money for gas for my car.

I did go that time, and someone handed me an envelope. I asked what this was for, and was told that it was money for gas.

I then had to confess and tell them why I had said, what I had said.

I was very impressed by their generosity. When people would tell me that all the church wanted from you was your money, I would tell them what "my" church was like.

I had another occasion to find out about sharing in that church.

I was unemployed and was receiving $55.60 a week. The first thing would be to give the Lord six dollars. He only asked for ten percent but a little more was okay, so six dollars it was.

My room cost me fifteen dollars a week, and I spent fifteen dollars on cigarettes and gas. That left me with about twenty dollars a week. I bought my clothes at the thrift store.

My pastor knew that I was not working, and how much money I was receiving from the employment office.

He stopped me one day, and told me not to be proud, if I needed anything the church was there to help me. I assured him that I was not too proud, but that I really had all I needed and I was not in need of anything else.

Everyday I ate at Denney’s as they had a daily special, all you could eat.

I said pastor; "My money seems to be made out of elastic!"

I believe this to be so because I gave the Lord more than I had too. I know that I can never out give the Lord; if I could then I would be bigger than Him wouldn't I?

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