At first, it seemed like a somewhat-lighthearted foray into asking God to turn the corner of a poster to prove He is real. You know, like how we did when we were 11. Or, at least, I did. I had a rather enlightened group of friends in the late 1960s – early 1970s… but then, who wasn’t enlightened back then? Ah, yes, Nixon. But I digress.
We would crowd into the kitchen pantry of a girl named Sandy,… oh, about six of us girls… and sometimes we had an Ouija Board. We were scared – yeah - but not as much as we should have been. That board = scary ASS, people. Don’t play with it! But I digress. Yes, again.
We’d light a candle and hold hands and pray to God to show us He was real…
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