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Spirited Conversation with a Spiritist

Oh NO... I feel a trend coming on. Cutesy titles (if you remember my last one, congratulations).

Anyway, I went downtown yesterday afternoon to get a tiny screwdriver. I was in the middle of taking my Sony 150, 8 mp digital camera apart. I had preserved it's life during my trip to the waterfalls. Well, almost preserved it anyway. During my last half hour there I had stuck it in my shorts pocket. That was just before I stepped into a BIG hole in the riverbed and soaked that very same pocket!

Anyway as I was doing open heart surgery on my Sony I came to a minuscule screw that I thought needed to be remove. It was that tiny tool that lead me to an hour long talk with a Spiritist. This particular Spiritist is my coworker's (Alexandre) father who happens to own a tool store in town.

Yesterday was a blistering 107 and as I made the 20 minute trip downtown I wondered if I wouldn't melt before I found my "Barbie" screwdriver. On a lark I thought that I would visit Alexandre's dad's store. As we small talked for a few minutes the first Narnia movie came into the conversation. My friend thought that it was interesting how that Asland had to die to pay the witch's ransom. It was a perfect lead-in to the Gospel, so I let him have it both barrels! It was my first time sharing with him.

Turns out that he has heard it ALL before and cares nothing whatsoever for the Gospel, the Bible, Jehovah or church. As he rambled on I learned some very interesting facts about the United States: We have alien remains at Area 54 (like that is a new idea). We can't return to the moon because we were warned NOT to come back by it's inhabitants! We actually have communicated with extra terrestrials (through, of all mediators, the Roman Catholic Church).

His was, what seemed to me, a twisted rambling of oddities that left me wondering how on earth he makes sense of his "Religious" views. We both stepped on each other's toes pretty hard for the next 50 minutes. One of my consolations was that the Holy Spirit, though He has no toes, can cause much more discomfort in other's spiritual toes than I can. Both my friend (whose name escapes me) and Martins the JW need desperate help that only the Holy Spirit of the Living God can deliver.

It was later that evening that Alexandre shared his frustration about his father with me. He told me that there was a point in his seminary training that he told God, "If killing me will help my parents come to You, I am willing for that to happen!" Please pray for the miracle of salvation in both Ale's dad and his mom's lives. Thanks.

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