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Dowser in the Graveyard
Prologue/Addition Dr. Morris:
The geologists and many scientists think that there is nothing to
it. But, they did not think there was
anything to the barber pole at the barber shop, showing a surgeon was
available, even washing hands before surgery.
But, on the farm the dowser came in with his peach tree limb, walking a
certain way and the limb-branches in his hands would turn and point towards the
ground IF he were over a supply of water.
Then you dig down and you have a well.
It works, skips one generation but is in the DNA of many families. So, like so many other things that smart
people deny for centuries this has been the method for
"simple-minded" people finding sources of water. Neither can we understand the unsaved
indifference and skepticism toward Jehovah God, Creator of Heaven and
Earth.
Most people I have met in my long life, even church pew
warmers-even those in pulpits, have trouble explaining why bad things happen to
good people or why good things happen to bad people. They have never learned to trust God, that he
is in charge.
This writer watched his mother and both grandmothers die of
excruciating pain with cancer. These
women had never done anything but good for anyone, I never knew either one to
use a bad word...worked hard...raised fine children...worshipped God in whom
they had total belief. Why do so many experience
so much misery? I am totally convinced
that each of these wonderful women, like so many believers I have known my
life, knew that mercy was their reward, that Jesus had paid it all. If not healing here, total healing with
graduation (death).
I am convinced that most pew warmers are in love with this Earth,
the things that this Earth has provided for them. Most really do not have any desires or
designs for Heaven...they just love it here.
The dowser walking through the graveyard would find that many interred
there never really believed that there were better for them. They did not believe that their citizenship
was in Heaven. (Philippians 3:20)
There are things that are etched in our minds forever; I will
never forget the night that our barn burned...my hardworking, God-fearing,
taxpaying parents loosing almost everything.
There were other times that the crops dried up or drowned in the fields,
we knew the horror of hailstones crushing our crops. The dowser walking over the graves of such
people as this, not just my family but many others whom I have known, would
point down at graves where just worn out remains are kept...their souls are in
a much better place...forever peace and joy.
There is nothing on this Earth, the things of this Earth, even loved
ones on this Earth that would lure them back to it.
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