artwork, crucifixes, statues, medals and holy
books. "Oh, my God!" I said. "Where did you
get all of this stuff?" "You mean you really
don't know?" they both asked me again in
unison. "No, I don't."
"You began sending us these things
about twelve years ago, don't you
remember?" Immediately, I realized that
although the impact of my words through
the years had appeared to be of no import on
a conscious level with these souls, they had
been received as heavenly gifts. Stunned, I
walked around the room, admiring the
beauty of these magnificent pieces. For a
moment, I was almost a bit jealous because I
would have loved to have these beautiful
works in my own home, but realized that
such thinking was very selfish and
admonished myself for such thoughts.
Taking me back downstairs, the
woman showed me a large picture window
which was now adorned with the most
exquisite curtain of roses. About 500
individual stained glass roses were formed
and joined together as a large window-
covering. Pointing at the spectacular vision, I
turned to the woman of the house. "That was
a gift you made for me before you died," she
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