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Not much is going on here. I am still working on my stainless steel garlic press. I got a new adapter plate for my 8″ rotary table. Oh, and MY DAD WANTS TO VISIT MY CHURCH.

That won’t mean anything to people who don’t know the story.

My grandfather was a sheriff in Eastern Kentucky. He died in 1943, from uremia. My second cousin thinks it was caused by food poisoning. My dad was eleven years old.

Drunkenness has always been a big problem in Appalachia. The churches have always fought with it. One day not long after my grandfather died, my dad and his mother and sisters were in church, and, as it was told to me, the pastor told my dad’s oldest sister to get up and say whiskey had killed her father.

Since then, my dad has not been very fond of church.

For as long as I can remember, my dad has ridiculed Christians. He has been very hostile to churches. He has insisted that he has a more sophisticated view of spiritual things. His unwillingness to listen has gone beyond normal skepticism. There is no way to get past it with reason. My guess is that spirits have been assigned to perpetuate it, because it is not natural.

I don’t pressure him, although I do answer any questions he has, and I ask people to pray for him. I pray for my father and my sister every day, very sincerely, and I ask God to send other people, as well as spirits, to move them in the right direction. I ask God to soften their hearts and give them revelation, because it is only by revelation that anyone believes in Jesus.

God has give him all sorts of signs. I’ve written about them here. Recently, he sent him a feisty Colombian CNA to sit by his bed for five hours a day while he recovered from a back injury. She hammered him incessantly, trying to get him to give in and listen to the message of salvation.

On the day he asked about church, nothing unusual was happening. Benny Hinn hadn’t driven by and sprinkled the house with Holy Anointing Glitter. No one had talked to my dad about God. I wasn’t expecting anything. But he came to my office door and asked if I was going to church that day, and when I said it wasn’t until Sunday, he said that the next time I went, he wanted to visit.

I was so unnerved I was afraid to drive.

I am hoping his back will be well enough so he can attend on Tuesday. I am aware that the enemy is going to bust his butt trying to kill this revelation, but I am praying and working against that, and so are my friends, so the enemy is not going to get his way. God is for this, so it’s going to happen.

Keep praying in tongues every day for long periods. It will change things. It will even change the people around you. And try some soaking music. Play it in your house, especially when you pray. These things matter. Satan didn’t create rock and roll and shove it into every house in the world because it was powerless.

Learn to rest in God, and you will see things happen.