Miracle

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Ignorance is bliss.
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I miss the days when I believed all religions where made up by man.

I witnessed a miracle which shatters all I believed.
Ignorance is bliss.

I will now describe what I witnessed.
I know you weren't there, but I was.

My deist views fell to the floor in that summer in Arkansas.
Mulberry assembly of God, I saw with my own eyes the power of Jehovah.

As I said, I know you weren't there, so it's only my word.
I should have recorded what I seen, but I didn't.

So without any proof, you just have to take my word for it.
I wish I could return to the days when I believe Jehovah was a fable of the Hebrew.

The preacher was a geust, I'm sorry I can't recall his name.
But I will tell you as a reader exactly what I seen.
Judge for yourself.

In that little town of Mulberry Arkansas, the assembly of God.
No cameras, nothing to prove they invited an evangelist, I cannot recall his name.

The year was 2000, just reached the millennium.
It was August, that much I know. My birthday is in August which is why I remember that month.

Back to the point, I was there.
My parents drug me, and because I was a minor,
I had to obey. Everything happens for a reason.

As much as I would like to return to the concept that "God" was all made up by man, what I witnessed in that descent sized church makes that impossible.

That's why I understand ignorance is bliss.
I lived it most of my life.
That August 2000, changed everything.

I know it's only my word.
But this is my account on that August, 2000

At the end of the service, which is a preacher talking about 45 minutes about something in the King James version of the Bible.

Okay, I was raised Pentecostal, all my life.
Up until this moment, I believed Jehovah was a fable of the Jews.

At the.end of the service, during the alter call, I seen a miracle which cemented the existence of Jehovah.

To all atheiststs who read this, please if you could explain away what I witnessed. Because ignorance is bliss, I would love to believe Jehovah is just a fable.

However, this is what I witnessed in that Assembly of God, on that August in 2000.

It's also important to know I've been to this church before hand.
I'm no fool, a simple parlour trick wouldn't fool me.

What I witnessed with my own eyes is nothing but a miracle performed by Jehovah. But, I'm capable of making mistakes.

I stayed after the service and when everyone else was shaking hands, I did a thorough investigation of the stage and found nothing out of the ordinary.

As much as I hate giving a mass torturer any praise,what I witnessed just can't be denied.

This evangelist was praying for people. And there was this individual who claimed to be confined to a wheelchair from birth.

The evangelist asked him to take off both shoes. Before he prayed.

I'm not lying, though I have no proof.
His left leg was shorter than the right, a birth defect.

Now, I know the smaller leg trick, where someone can retract their leg inside to make you believe it's smaller than the other leg.

His left foot and his right was presented to the audience.
His left leg was shorter, but his left foot was missing three toes, there were only 2.

I payed attention, his left leg was shorter, but more importantly his left foot only had 2 toes.

The evangelist prayed, laying his hand on the left knee of this gentleman. I will say, until that service, I never seen that person.
Just to be fair.

I cannot recall the mother's name who brought this child to this service. I wanted nothing more than to dismiss this as hocus pocus.

Unfortunately, the mother, who didn't know the evangelist until he came in that August Sunday night.

In truth she could have lied to me, but I doubt it. I found her sincere myself.

Now, about the wheelchair man he prayed for, you couldn't have seen it in a snap his left leg was the same size as his right.

All toes on his left foot grew in an instant. His left foot resembled his right foot. All of his toes where grown in a split second. Each in the right place.

If it was only his leg I could dismiss it, however I saw with my own eyes, his left foot, it was also smaller than his right foot. After he prayed in the name of Jesus, in a split second his left foot resembled his right foot.

I cannot count the times I tried to explain this away as a fake prosthetic limb. But, even though I cannot recall her name, I knew the mother.

She came to that church everyday. I didn't see her son, but I did after.

Until that Sunday night in August of 2000, I'm no good with man
names, but I remember every detail of that moment like it was yesterday.

My own investigation, now after this service this woman's son became a regular and both of them confirm. He was confined to a wheelchair most of his life.

So, because I went to services after this miracle, and wanting to prove that there is a Creator who no man knows and all religion was the product of man to push morality on everyone.

My beliefs were shattered into a million pieces that night.
I know this mom wouldn't make up a story.
Her son was embarrassed to come, he felt like a freak.

This rules out a rounder concept doesn't it?
Ignorance is bliss and how I would love to return to those days.
But, with the investigation I did, on my own, a fake limb that size would be really hard to hide.

The stage was exactly as it always remained no mirrors, I ruled that out first.

Because I can't explain it, I know Jehovah is real. So is the Devil and so is the torture pit, which is worse than any other religion I read.

However, it wasn't any Hindu God he prayed to, not Muhamed but, Jesus.

What that means for me, is the absolute worst God of them all, The Hebrew Jehovah is real.

This is why I fight so hard, this is why I will not quit fighting until Jehovah puts an end to such unnecessary torture.

Better to burn in Hell, than to condone it in Heaven.

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