Healed, Blessed, Jesus!

If Readers want a concise excursion through a single topic RantWoman is also highly familiar with, you could do worse than this item.

http://www.matildaziegler.com/2011/07/05/feature-writer-alena-roberts-prayer-will-not-cure-my-blindness/


RantWoman is more of a believer than the writer above; RantWoman is unclear whether that helps in such moments.

If you are game for another ride at the RantWoman Spiritual Amusement Park, allow RantWoman to discourse further about a similar adventure. Recently RantWoman and Ambassador Thwack were fogging home along a busy street from the RantFamily Fourth of July Festivity.

A white pickup truck pulled up alongside RantWoman and then turned into a driveway ahead of RantWoman, blocking RantWoman's path in the sort of intrusive way that, if RantWoman still had active stalker issues in her life would make her immediately want to cross the street, unfeasible at that point. By the time RantWoman reached the driveway, a man had gotten out. He placed his hands on RantWoman's arms and proclaimed "Jesus loves you."

RantWoman "and he loves you as well" (GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME BEFORE I HAVE YOU CHARGED WITH ASSAULT!)

Man from Pickup "In the name of Jesus, I proclaim you healed."

RantWoman (Okay, sure. Lord knows, there's A LOT I probably need to be healed of; it did not occur to me to ask, healed of what? I THINK he meant vision and I sure cannot tell any difference I must have been healed of SOMETHING. Maybe it didn't take. Or maybe it only lasted a nanosecond or two. But, sure, thanks ever so much.) "Thank you."

Man from Pickup "Have a blessed day!"

RantWoman, beating a fast path further on her spirited journey, (Oh heavens, another white person who uses the word "blessed" in the 'hood!) "You too!"