The father hastily spreads his hands in benediction. So like prayer I ask:
“Do you go to see God in spirit form?”
Then dropping on my knees, “O tell me of Jesus.”
“It was my republic. The kingdom of God to men—the people. He taught to pray for.”
“How could you be ‘Our Father’ before you were born?”
“The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.”
“You, the Father of Jesus, how is He the son of God?”
“As such to teach republic love. I will ask my pastor.”
“Will He come at the end of the second millennium in body form and bestow body life on good spirits to that end preserved?” I, endeavoring to prophecy.
“It will be evolved scientifically to all,” astounds me.