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Years back I was asleep and I had one of the few vision quality experiences in my life.

It started in a food court of some large mall ... which in itself isn’t odd since a lot of my dreams down through the years have involved food courts at some point ... where people were nervously talking about an oncoming storm that could be seen on the horizon. I went outside to get a better look but when I stepped on the ground I literally leapt into the air in horror because where I stepped was sopping soaked in blood ... and it stank.

It was at the point that I realized there was overpowering smells involved that I realized something unusual was afoot.

Anyway, this was one of those dreams where I could proficiently fly and I did so. Everywhere I went I tried to find a place where I could stand that blood wouldn’t ooze up between my toes. It was everywhere. Inside houses with carpet it felt the way soaked shag carpet does.

Standing there in that room I realized that the blood was all about abortion.

In an instant I was wide awake and I said, and it’s the ONLY time I’ve said the first four words when not reading Scripture but actually said them: “Thus says the Lord: shall a bloody nation not have blood from the Lord?” and that was it.

For years I felt like there was more and that I’d somehow choked it off, and regretted doing that, until one day I was again pondering my supposed wilfullness when I sneezed very violently several times, we’re talking feeling all your spine pop apart and then come back as you double over violent sneeze. As I sat there reeling from the experience the question could you have stopped that sneeze floated through my mind. I had to admit I couldn’t. Then I was asked why I thought I could stop the other.

I had no response to that.

The problem with the above is that it is a personal experience and is NOT open to examination by any other person the way that Scripture is. So no matter what I may experience I point people to Scripture.

I’m just a man in constant need of Grace (as I noted to myself earlier today about something else, not only do I need frequent rescue but I lack the strength to simply remain rescued, so I need rescue again and again ... and like the proverbial sacrifice in the old sermon I keep trying to get off the altar in one moment even if in another I ask to be put back) and so are all these women murdering their children.