I was standing next to my dad's hospital bed and I started praying as I held his hand. I did not do "Let's Make A Deal" with God. I prayed that my Dad would find peace in the embrace of his Creator. I began to pray in the Spirit language... it just happens spontaneously and my Dad interrupted me saying, "Prayer is prayer... but when the Lord calls it just doesn't get better than that." He said it twice and I slowly realized he was seeing something -- someone -- I didn't see. Tremendous peace came over us. My Dad glowed and relaxed. Eventually I left and the next day Dad passed away. But He never spoke another word after we were together.
The juicing thing... taking care of our health... has it's place. But We are a part of something infinitely bigger than this existence.
“Give a man a gun, he can rob a bank. Give a man a central bank, and he can rob a country and the world.”