Any messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on. " She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a. m. , Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
I find joy and peace in the presence of God and the Holy Spirit sustains that worship, renewing my mind and restoring my heart. . . His radiance inspires us and enables us to bring Him the adoration due His name.