I have spoken several times on these boards about some of my paranormal experiences that I’ve had, which leads me to believe in a spiritual realm.
I’ve experienced these stories over the span of my thirty years of life.
The ones I will share with you are only a handful of the experiences that I’ve had, and I choose to share them because it was not just me who was
witness to them. I know that doesn’t count for much, seeing as how this is the internet; and I could very well be making these stories up. But I
promise you that I am not.
I have changed the names of people in my stories to protect their identity.
Each story is told as best I can remember them, which is very clearly. Of course time does take its toll on memories, so I’m sure there are a few
bits and pieces that I have left out or forgotten. I hope you enjoy these stories, and most importantly I hope they might bring hope to you in things
With love and hope,
Bob was an atheist – he refused to acknowledge that God, or the possibility of God’s existence. Oftentimes he would get extremely upset when this
topic was brought up, which bordered on aggression.
One afternoon, Bob, David, and I decide to go eat dinner together. We journeyed into town, and sat down in a local Mexican restaurant. About half way
through our meal, Bob asked us if we could answer a few questions he had about God and religion.
Being Christians, we were delighted to hear of him finally speak of any interesting in learning of God – little did we know where the next two days
would take us.
The conversation continued after we left the restaurant. Me, David, and Bob made our way to my friend Mark’s house. We each grabbed a cold beer from
the refrigerator, and found a seat outside.
It was fall, and the air had begun to cool – offering a refreshing atmosphere.
David, who had always been overtly spiritual, was the one mainly speaking to Bob – trying to convince him of God’s existence.
Bob looked at David and said, “I want proof – I want you to prove to me that God is real.”
David looked at Bob and replied, “You want proof?”
“I do,” replied Bob.
“Fine then,” said David, setting his beer down on the wooden railing of the deck. “God gave me an ability – a gift….”
“Oh yeah?” laughed Bob.
“Yeah,” said David. “God gave me the ability to read people’s minds.”
Bob took a swig of his beer, and laughed as hard as he could. It was deep hearty laugh, as Bob was known for. His smile stretched from ear to ear, and
his blue eyes glittered with amusement. “Well then why don’t you tell me what I’m thinking right now?”
“You’re not an atheist,” replied David. “You only say you are. You say you’re an atheist because you don’t want to acknowledge God –
because you’re afraid.”
Bob leaned forward in his seat, and looked David right in the face, but didn’t say a word.
“You’re afraid that because of all the things you’ve done” continued David, “ and all the things you want to do, which you know you can’t
do as a Christian, that God won’t accept you!”
Bob rocked his body backwards, and began to laugh a dark laugh like he had never laughed before – it was dark, and full of venom.
The cool air grew even colder, and a shiver went down my spine. The hair on my left arm stood up, and I looked over at Bob. His eyes were no longer
there, but were replaced by black pits. His teeth, which were normally straight were sharp and jagged. Behind Bob a black mist began forming, looming
Fear shot through my body, as I recognized the possession that I was witnessing. I jumped out of my seat, afraid to be near bob – and approached
David. Instead of cold, I felt warmth around David. He stood firm, convicting.
A scripture popped into my mind, Put on the Armor of God.
Which I knew to be prayer.
I began praying for God’s help, and Bob immediately stopped laughing.
“You’re right,” said Bob, his eyes now full of tears. “You’re right….”
Later that night I was driving David home, and he turned to me and said, “You saw it didn’t you?”
“Saw what?” I asked in a coy voice. I didn’t want to admit what I had seen – I was afraid I was going crazy.
“You saw his teeth….his eyes….The thing behind him,” said David. “You saw it.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “I saw it.”
“I know,” said David.
The next night Bob gave his life to Christ, and was shipped off to Iraq the next month.
I never saw Bob again…. He died serving his country, as a road bomb detonated under his right tire and killed everyone in his party.
I look forward to seeing Bob again when I depart this earth. I feel that God used that moment on our friend’s house to get through to Bob before it
was too late. It wasn’t that Bob didn’t believe in God, he was just afraid to change. I feel God knew that, and called him to correctness before
his time expired.
I miss Bob very much.... He was a wonderful friend and leader.
That is just one of my stories – its time for me to go home now, so I’ll post more later.
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