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My Dad was a Baptist preacher for several years. He was in fact the assistant pastor of a church for twenty seven years. During my early life I went a lot of times with him to visit small churches with less than twenty people in the congregation, usually a run down building with questionable doors and windows and almost always a black congregation. Many times I had the hair stand up on the back of my neck from one of the Sisters receiving the spirit and telling every one about it in a major loud voice that I am sure the Lord could hear.
My Dad always told me " The Lord has told me I will never lay in a grave". I want you to look at the picture I have put here. We buried my Dad about lunch. I came by after work and decided to stop and take pictures of his grave with the flowers placed around it. I took one picture toward the Northeast then one toward the Southeast then the last one was directly to the East with the sun behind me. It was about 4:30 or 5:00 in the afternoon. I took the picture with a Nikon Nikkormat, which I believe to be one of the best camera ever made. I bought mine in 1975 and still use it. I have taken pictures in many cities and other countries and have never had a bad picture because of the camera. I have never had a light spot or a bright spot on a picture. You look at the picture and tell me what you see. I get chill bumps every time I see it.
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