PASTORAL DIARY 12
Dear diary, I will launch into the vision/dream straight away. I may not understand it all, but I trust God to open my understanding by and by.
An old man with a mass of fluffy white hair keeps visiting me in my dreams. His last visit yesterday night was so vivid, I had to pen it down as I remembered it, dear diary. The first of the numerous visits was exactly a decade ago.
He tapped me lightly and immediately I was transported into a whitish cloud. Then he started by saying:
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