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God's Prodding Fork
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Sharing Visions
Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
A silver dining fork hangs against dark blue, crushed velvet in an antique, gold box frame in my office. Often, my eye rests on it. John, a friend visiting from California, asked me one day what it represented.
"It is my prodding fork," I told him.
His eyes twinkled with curiosity. We sat down for dinner and I told him and his wife Joyce this story:
I believe in angels. If I had ever had any doubts, they were all put to rest one spring day in 1979.
"It is my prodding fork," I told him.
His eyes twinkled with curiosity. We sat down for dinner and I told him and his wife Joyce this story:
I believe in angels. If I had ever had any doubts, they were all put to rest one spring day in 1979.
