Manning,
You were "wrong" only twice; 1) in addressing me as "Sir" - I've always been a woman and intend to remain so, and 2) the nine year old I was thinking of was not my daughter, but me, as I first read the Bible through at the age of nine. I wouldn't have been frightened, but would have understood the implications.
My daughter's in her early 50s now, has traveled over much of the world, and I can't remember her ever fearing anything or anyone.
I have always had a preoccupation with seeking out authentic verifiable t***h, as witnessed by the collection of 6,000 non-fiction, reference, religious and history books distributed in myriad bookcases and on wall shelves in every room in my eighty year old house (built by my father the year I was born), now usually precluded by an online search, as I've been MIA from that house for three years.
There is only one absolute t***h to be sought out when dealing with physical reality: real people, real dates, real occurrences, irregardless of Post-Modern Academic Collectivism, Deconstructionism, Modernism, Minimalism and Poststructuralism.
That same t***h is to be pursued even more fervently when the conversation and focus turn to encounters and interactions with spiritual entities.
This is from my Jan 2, 2014 18:55:44 posting on the General Chit-Chat (non-political talk) topic:
"Have you ever been visited by an angel?"
"I had placed myself in a position of potential danger, in Jerusalem, in late February of 1990, during the height of the 1st Intifada; I had someone drop me off at the beginning of one of the three trails at the top of the Mount of Olives, because I wanted to absorb the view and the general atmosphere.
Jesus ascended from that location, and when He returns it will be to the Mount of Olives.
The day before, a rider had been k**led by a rock thrown through the rear of an Egged bus, which runs from their central station in Jerusalem to Bethlehem, which is only five miles south, and within the week, a tourist had been stabbed by an Arab youth, while walking though the streets of the old walled city in east Jerusalem, which I had walked through many times.
I started descending a trail, one of three beginning on the mount, that ends at the entrance to the Garden of Gethsemane, and was almost immediately accosted by an Arabian/Palestinian man gesturing with a box of beaded souvenir jewelry, intimating that I should make a purchase from him.
I shook my head, and held my hand palm up in refusal. He continued to follow me, and became more insistent in his demeanor, and obviously not willing to take no for an answer; at that moment, a gentleman appeared at my side, from which direction, I have no idea, he was just there.
He was impeccably dressed, wearing light gray slacks, a beige windbreaker, and white leather sneakers that looked as if they'd (don't laugh) never touched the ground.
He said something in Arabic, in a sharp tone of voice to the Arab Palestinian pursuing me, and he turned immediately, and began reascending the hill.
This gentleman continued to walk beside me, conversing in perfect English, and as we descended, we encountered three different small groups of tourist/pilgrimage people, (who had enough sense not to walk alone) in twos or threes, ascending the hill. He greeted each of these groups in a different language.
One, I recognized as German, one was Scandinavian, and the third, possibly Portuguese.
When we reached the entrance to the Garden of Gethsemane, I turned to thank him, and asked his name. He said, "my name is Michael."
My friends drove up just then to pick me up, as we'd agreed.
That night, drifting toward sleep, and pulling a quilt up around my chin, because Jerusalem is still cold in February, and the apartment's space heaters weren't doing much for my bedroom, I suddenly sat straight up in the bed, and thought, "my Lord and My God," - he said his name was Michael."
Michael Stands Guard Over Israel. The earliest surviving mentions of his name are in 3rd and 2nd century BCE Jewish works, often but not always apocalyptic, where he is the chief of the angels and archangels and responsible for the care of Israel.
I never fear that quoting the Bible, or referencing it could be an embarrassment.
The Bible is historically accurate. Not one piece of the thousands of Archaeological discoveries throughout Israel and the Middle East have ever contradicted the Bible. They always confirm it - the names of rulers, kingdoms, events, wars, etc.
Unlike mankind, God is trustworthy.
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