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* Reconsidering “Don’t come uninvited” — again

The story of the beginnings of the New Life Clinic (link) illustrates again how adamant the Worralls were to “not come uninvited.”

On pages 132-134 of The Gift of Healing,[*] Ambrose Worrall writes:

Olga was visiting a sister in New York City, while I was away on a business trip.  A friend from Baltimore, whom Olga met in New York, told her that she had just read a newspaper article about a minister in Baltimore who had become interested in religious healing.  His first healing service was to take place in his Baltimore church on Tuesday the following week.  Since Olga and I were in this work, her friend was sure we would want to attend this meeting.

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… Olga arrived home in time to attend that healing service on Tuesday morning at the Mt. Vernon Place Methodist Church in Baltimore.  As she came into the church, she met a lady we have both known many years, and they sat together.  After the service this friend suggested that Olga should come up and meet the minister, Dr. Albert E. Day.

After the introduction they talked briefly.  In a hurried sentence or two Olga managed to tell him of her own interest in healing.  Dr. Day suggested that she stop in at his office and leave her name and address with his secretary.  This Olga did — and promptly forgot about it, with no anticipation that she would ever hear from him again.

A series of happenings in our home on Thursday morning changed her entire thinking on this matter.  I believe it best here to let Olga report this as she herself wrote it down, some time afterward, for our records:

“. . . The following Thursday morning, around 8:00 A.M., I found my thoughts dwelling on the minister and the healing service.  I made every effort to dismiss these thoughts; after all, the minister did not call me, so why all the excitement?  However, by 8:30 that morning something that refused to be silenced insisted that the minister had need of my help and experience in the field of healing and that I was to phone him.  I actually felt a strong push in the back that made me fall across the bed as I was making up the bed.

“I called out, ‘O God, please don’t let me make a fool of myself.  I have never forced myself on anyone.  The man has my phone number and if he is interested he will phone.’  This was ridiculous — all the years my husband and I have been doing this work we have never gone to anyone offering our services.  However, this command to contact the minister kept after me until at 9:00 A.M. I found myself calling the church office.  The secretary informed me that Dr. Day was not in, was not expected because this was his day away from the office.

“I thanked the secretary with much relief; now I would not make a fool of myself.  Before I could hang up a voice said, ‘I’m the associate minister — may I help?’  Very briefly, I told him my name and my interest in healing.  Dr. Day’s associate minister said, ‘Oh — we’ve been looking for your phone number — the secretary misplaced it.  May I call at your home to see you?’  I answered that I would rather see him at the church office.  By 10:00 A.M. I was at the church office, wondering all the while what on earth possessed me to be doing all this.

“I explained to this young associate minister what my husband and I had been doing in the field of spiritual healing without benefit of any organ­i­za­tion or group affiliations.  In the midst of this conversation, the door of the office opened and in walked the minister himself, Dr. Day, much to the surprise of the associate minister who said, ‘Why — what are you doing in here today?’

“Dr. Day then stated that he had suddenly felt that there was a compelling reason for him to come to his office even though this was his day to stay at home.  Further discussion brought out my own experience of the morning, when I had felt this force within me urging me to phone the church.  Dr. Day then asked me what time that was, and I said approximately eight thirty that morning.  He seemed amazed, and told me that at precisely that time he was on his knees at his home in prayer, asking God to send him someone who knew something about the healing ministry to help in this new venture he was starting.”

Related:  The New Life Clinic
Related:  Don’t come uninvited.
Related:  Reconsidering “Don’t come uninvited.”
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[*]Ambrose A. Worrall with Olga N. Worrall, The Gift of Healing. New York: Harper & Row, Publishers. Copyright (c) 1965 by Harper & Row, Publishers.

Reblogged 2022-08-11.

* What you “see” is what you’ll get.

This story from Ambrose Worrall’s The Gift of Healing[*] illustrates that not all prayer, however well-intentioned, will necessarily bring about the desired results. Some prayer may even interfere with obtaining the desired results.

Ambrose Worrall had been asked to intercede for a six-year old girl named Kay, who had developed encephalitis following measles. At the time he began, she was completely paralysed.

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o Reducing our carbon footprint – by design

Grateful as I am for air conditioning, Baltimore’s current heat wave brought this post to mind, and it may be good to re-blog it just now.

William Tell's avatarThe Homeless Blogger

I don’t hold with those who want to blame global warming wholly on American industry and American cars.  The slashing-burning of hundreds of square miles of Amazon rain forest each day, and the air pollution in Mexico City and Beijing, show the need for a global response.

There are two principal ways human beings can reduce greenhouse gases:  (1) covering more land with green plants that will consume carbon dioxide from the air; and (2) reducing our carbon dioxide emissions.

Some simple considerations of architecture address both concerns.

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* We Are All One

Tracy Seekins's avatarRandom Words

we are oneJust because man has created religions that separate us on earth, does not mean it separates God or that it separates us from God. Religions were created to explain the unexplainable, to name the unnamable. Separation does not come from God, it comes from the flawed human ego.

When one removes the earthly “EGO” concepts of the right way or the wrong way and simply chooses and practices a path solely to connect oneself with God, the separations no longer matter.

The primary purpose of religion was supposed to be a connection to God. It is the road one takes to find that connection to source. When we drop all the dogma and religious bindings what is left is God. A simple connection to source that is the starting point for everything else.

Study the prophets, the masters, the religious icons, you will find these people did not speak to…

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o Noam Chomsky on the "New Atheism"

Preston’s critique of the “New Atheism” matches, point for point, my own critique of Jeffrey Tayler.

Keith Preston's avatarAttack the System

Noam takes on the atheist fundamentalists.

As an atheist myself, I’ve found these “new atheist” writers to be an embarrassment. First, none of the prominent ones are genuine religious scholars, historians of religion, or cultural anthropologists who can, for instance, examine  the cultural, historical, literary, or linguistic contexts in which the varying parts of the Bible were written to provide an explanation of why fundamentalist biblical literalists are, well, mistaken and ignorant. There are plenty of genuine scholars of religion whose work examines religious beliefs and sacred texts within their proper framework, such as Robert Price, John Loftus, Daniel Barker, Hector Avalos, Bart Ehrman, and D.M. Murdoch. These are the skeptics who are worth paying attention to.

Second, they typically conflate atheism with stereotypical liberal or radical left-wing politics when there’s no inherent relationship whatsoever. See Machiavelli, Hobbes, Hume, Nietzsche, and Mencken.

Third, like the late Madalyn Murray O’Hair, they…

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* The limits of competence

A post of 2006-11-04 at Messiah Truth. In the larger discussion from which this is taken, I was asserting that clairvoyance isn’t necessarily all it’s cracked up to be. The borderline between what one knows and what one doesn’t know is invisible to anyone.

The limits of competence: The Edgar Cayce story …

… provides many parallels to current questions about information that purportedly comes from “Beyond” and the ways people respond to same.

Edgar Cayce was born in 1877 in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. He lived for substantial periods of time in Selma, Alabama; Dayton, Ohio; and Virginia Beach, Virginia. He worked as a farmer and photographer. From birth, he displayed considerable clairvoyance aside from the singular mechanism to be described below. Thomas Cayce, his father’s father, is said to have had similar skills, but I know no details. No one else in the family had similar skills or interests, except for Edgar’s mother, who is said to have at times seen the discarnates who were the child Edgar’s playmates.

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* Hancock, Hannibal and Hitler

I have chosen to keep the alliterative title for this post, though it proves mistaken.  Below appears an e-mail exchange of August 20, 2013 between Brian Williard, O.B.M., and myself.  In his original message, Brian copied, as he often did, the program summary of a segment on Coast to Coast, a nighttime radio talk show that often deals with UFOs and other strange subjects.  The “imminent blog post” referred to appears to be “The New Age is a lot of hooey.”

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Leadership, Patton and Jesus
Through a glass, darkly

Brian wrote:

I don’t know if he promotes this idea, but some believe this guy is the reincarnation of Edgar Cayce:

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* “Through a glass, darkly”

In this poem, George S. Patton sets forth his impressions of his previous lives.

Related:
Leadership, Patton and Jesus
Hancock, Hannibal and Hitler

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

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