My family has a long history of military service dating back to the Revolutionary War, Civil War and more recently my grandfather in World War I, my father in World War II and my brother in the Vietnam War. We were lucky that they all came back home physically whole. My brother Jerry who served in Vietnam brought the war back home with him as many vets did then and are doing now with current conflicts. He also came home with a new gift or “curse” which I write about in my book “Blessed Assurance Through Visions and Dreams”.
Jerry developed a sense of who was going to die in battle. He told me it was something about the person’s eyes that gave him the sense of the person’s fate. Years after Jerry died, my daughter told me of a conversation she had with her uncle. He told her that he would see the person in black and white and that would be the sign that death would be near.
After the war, this ability continued his whole life. I remember one instance where he said good-bye to a co-worker on a Friday after work and he knew she wouldn’t be back on Monday. She was killed in a motorcycle accident on the weekend. It was a huge burden to know something, but not be able to do anything about it. How do you tell someone to be extra careful because you think they might be at risk or ill? Having fore-knowledge is a gift but also a curse.
I remember him watching television and Joe Louis, the boxer, was in the audience. Jerry said he was going to die. Mr. Louis died the next day.
Being an intuitive comes with responsibility to be ethical, compassionate and empathic. If you have a gift, I would love your feedback on how you handle your fore-knowledge of events.
Hello everyone. When I first stepped into the pulpit in 1995, it felt like I had finally arrived where God had intended for me to be since I was a child. Writing this first blog is nothing like that experience. I am a bit outside of my comfort zone, but I am sure God will lead me in this adventure like all others. So welcome and thanks for taking time to be with me. I hope you will come often to explore and interact with me about matters of the spiritual real.
I grew up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in the fifties and sixties and have stayed in the area my whole life. My parents worked hard in construction and assembly work. Money was often scarce, but there was always food on the table and a roof over our heads. I was the youngest of three and the only daughter in the family. So, generally, in hindsight, was spoiled. I got away with many things that my brothers did not.
I was the first in my family tree to attend college where I received a BA in Social Work and then went on to receive a Masters of Divinity from Garrett Evangelical Theological Seminary to prepare me for pastoral ministry. I’ll write more about that in a future blog.
I wrote Blessed Assurance through Visions and Dreams essentially to give voice to all who have mystical experiences but are afraid to speak of them less they be unfairly judged. This book is more than a recounting of my dreams and visions. It is a story of inspiration of a God who changes lives daily through ordinary moments that become sacred memories. We all have those moments, we just need to be shown that they indeed exist.
My hope for this blog is to have a place where mystical experiences can be safely shared. I eagerly wait to hear your stories.