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- A CONTAGIOUS PRAYER REQUEST
COAL MINESAround 1900, a man was digging a cellar for his house near Ampflwang. He discovered what appeared to be charred wood in the earth. He stored it and later used it to heat his new house. A few years later, in 1909, the first mine shafts were dug and Ampflwang soon became known as a coal mining center. During WW II, as many as 3,000 miners were employed in Ampflwang and the surrounding area. When large quantities of hard anthracite coal began to be transported from Poland at a low price, the brown coal mines in Ampflwang were gradually downsized and finally closed in 1994. HORSESIn the early years of coal mining, horses were blinded to keep them from shying in the mines. During the fifties, the mining company switched to diesel locomotives and conveyor belts. The last horses were sold to a local butcher for meat, but he decided to keep them for the children to ride. When neighborhood children and visitors came for rides, the butcher began charging fees, and by 1961, he was earning more from his riding horses than from the meat market. Today, Ampflwang has more than 600 riding horses and is recognized as Europe's largest riding town. All year round, tourists enjoy riding in several large riding halls or on trails and bridle paths through the forests surrounding Ampflwang. When they are not riding, they can swim in one of four swimming pools, play golf or take a steam train ride. The main buildings of the mining company and railroad tracks were given to a club that restores old locomotives. They built a large museum that has a roundhouse and 36 old steam locomotives plus countless freight and passenger cars when I last visited. MOVE TO AMPFLWANGOn August 24, 1966, we moved all our earthly belongings to Ampflwang in a 1957 VW “Samba-Bus”. The church met in what was originally designed to be a small grocery store. The owner ran out of money before it was finished and sold it to the International Miners’ Mission for a very reasonable price. The missionaries who started the church lived upstairs and this was to become our home for the next three months. The following day was Saturday. Missionary Graham Lange explained our duties concerning the house, such as starting fires for heating and shoveling snow. He gave us a list of regular meetings. There were Sunday services and weekly home Bible studies in Ampflwang, Frankenburg, Kohlgrube, Weyregg, and Holzleithen. Every Friday there was a children’s meeting which 40-50 kids attended. The Langes gave us the addresses of several families that needed to be visited. They had recently conducted evangelistic tent meetings in another mining town on the German border, about two hours distant. He entrusted us with the follow-up of contacts there too. Such high expectations of a young couple, fresh out of language school, was staggering to say the least! The church service was Sunday morning at 8:00, and Graham introduced us to the believers, saying that he had already explained everything to us. There was a fellowship dinner following the service, and we had opportunity to meet a number of the members. We were shocked to discover that they spoke a local dialect that we could barely understand. I asked one man to please try to speak high German. He relied, “I am speaking high German!” Fortunately, high German is spoken on the radio, so they could understand us! After the meal, the congregation gathered in the yard behind the church for a baptismal service. Members had dug a large hole and built the concrete baptistery themselves. Word had gotten out in the community and a dozen curious citizens stood on the street to watch this unusual ceremony. Baptism of adults by immersion was unheard of in those days and baptismal candidates knew that they would be the brunt of much ridicule when they went to work on Monday. Early Monday morning, the Langes loaded the top carrier of their 1962 7-passenger Fiat Multipla, packed more bags and three children into the 27-horsepower car and departed for England. We went back into our new home and flopped. We never felt so alone in all our lives! A CONTAGIOUS PRAYER REQUESTBefore their departure, Graham Lange pointed to a complex of four buildings located next door to the mission church. He said that they belonged to a trade school that trained young coal miners. He then added that he was praying God would someday make those buildings available for a Bible school. We had just invested much time, money and energy into fixing up a house for a Bible School near Vienna and saw no reason to share his vision! Little did we realize then, that the school near Vienna would soon fail, as would three other attempts to start a Bible school. But 18 years later, the Langes' - and our prayers were answered when we founded the Austrian Bible Institute in 1984 - in those very buildings! MY FIRST GERMAN SERMONWe thought that we had learned German in Vienna, but soon discovered how little we actually understood. There were times when it might have been better if the people had not understood my German! I spent much time preparing my first sermon in German. I preached on Jesus feeding the five thousand. When Sunday came, I was nervous, but actually surprised at how well I did. I made only one serious mistake. By adding the wrong prefix to a verb, I declared that Jesus "devoured" instead of "fed" five thousand people! The believers smiled, but were at first very polite. I added that only men were counted among the five thousand, so he may have "devoured" an equal number of women and children! That was too much for one coal miner who asked if Jesus had the women and children for dessert! FULL AND RUNNING OVEROur work in Ampflwang was a good experience for us. Because there was not time enough to prepare in English and then translate, I learned to prepare sermons and Bible studies directly in German. The direct method was much better for developing language skills. I found that, in order to speak properly, you have to almost banish your mother tongue from your mind and learn like a child. In addition to 8 weekly meetings for adults, youth and children, there was regular evangelistic outreach and visitation. All that was not without opposition and problems, however. Once, when we were about to begin the children's’ meeting, the Catholic priest came and stood in the street in front of our meeting hall. When children arrived for the meeting, he sent them back home again! We still had over 30 children in attendance. I drove to the poor sections of town and picked up children for our meetings with our VW bus. They were always ready. I only needed to open the side door, and the kids piled in until they were packed like sardines. Apparently the priest noticed this, for the following week, a policeman came and watched as the children got out and filed into the church. I was certain that he would fine me for having more than the allowed nine passengers in my vehicle, but he just shook his head in amazement and walked away. I counted heads on the return trip. There were 26 kids plus myself in that van! "MINER PERSECUTION"As a child, I had often heard stories of how missionaries were persecuted for sharing the Gospel. The thought that we could also face persecution never really entered our minds when we came to Austria. A drunk and angry coal miner once threatened to kill our predecessor, Graham Lange, but Graham escaped and ran to the police for help. The police officer listened to him for a moment and then said, "You got yourself into this mess by bringing your teachings to Ampflwang. You know how to get yourself out of this!" It was a church member, however, who threatened my life. Heini was one of the first to be baptized in Ampflwang and he was normally an amiable, hard-working coal miner, who couldn't stand to see blood. He raised rabbits, but didn't have the heart to kill them. We too raised rabbits for meat, so I offered to slaughter, skin and dress his rabbits for him. He was elated with that arrangement and couldn't thank me enough. He even spread the word around town, that the American missionary was cold-hearted enough to do what he couldn't bear to do himself! Heini had an alcohol problem which often proved stronger than his commitment to Christ. One lovely Sunday, two of his children charged into our living room completely out of breath. "Come with us immediately; Daddy is going to kill Mommy!" I left my hot meal on the table, grabbed my "sword" (the Bible) and as I left the house, Verna said that she would be praying. I could hear yelling nearly a block away. When I arrived at the house, I saw Heini through the kitchen window, brandishing a large carving knife. His wife was cowering in the next room, unable to escape. I entered the door and Heini demanded that I stop where I was. He said that he would kill anyone who entered, and my blood was no better or worse than anyone else's. I boldly declared that I was prepared to die and entered the room. Looking him directly in the eyes, I walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. After laying my Bible on the table, I told Heini to sit down and tell me what was bothering him. He followed my invitation, but pulled up the chair until he was facing me at short distance. He held the knife on my chest and began to talk. Whenever he wanted to emphasize what he had to say, he put pressure on the knife until I "got the point.“ It was probably only minutes, but seemed like hours before I could convince him to lay down the knife and allow me to pray with him. He and his wife also prayed, shedding many tears. Things returned to "normal" again. RABBITS AND FLOWERSOne night, someone slaughtered all our prize rabbits and simply threw the carcasses on the ground. On another occasion, freshly planted geraniums were stolen from our yard. It could have been the same culprit who swiped Verna's lovely purple mums. He came by at about 2:00 A.M. and dug them out, roots and all. Unfortunately for him, a policeman on patrol saw him carrying plants at this unearthly hour. Upon questioning, the thief claimed that the flowers were from his own garden. He was going to plant them in the cemetery on his parent's grave. The policeman let him go, but the next morning, he asked our neighbors if they were missing any purple flowers. They said, "No, but there used to be some growing next door!" The policeman came to our door and told us what he had found out. If we wanted, we could press charges. I said that I would like to speak with the man first. I went to the address given and informed the thief that if he planted our flowers back where he had found them, we would not file charges. After dark, he knocked at our door, saying that the flowers were back in our garden. He then added that he was sorry - that he had gotten caught! The next morning, Verna went out to look and found that only the roots and part of the stalks were there. Upon closer inspection of the leaves, it turned out that they were not even mums! I stormed to his house in a very unchristian rage, demanding that the real mums be returned within an hour! If they weren't, he would face the judge. He obliged, but the flowers didn't survive. Our neighbors must have spread the news, for nearly everyone in town was talking about the incident. At work and on the streets, people would ask the thief if he knew where they could get cheap flowers. Or they would say that they had heard, he liked to attend midnight mass with the missionaries. He probably experienced more persecution than we! MINISTRY EXTENSIONThe Langes extended their furlough in order to get extra theological training in Dallas, Texas. The International Miner's Mission asked us to stay on in Ampflwang until they returned. By this time, we felt quite at home in the work and agreed to stay another year. When the Langes flew to America, Graham asked me if I would try to sell his Fiat Multipla for him. He was asking $500, which he needed to help pay for his studies. FIAT MULTIPLADuring the fifties and sixties, there were two options for missionaries in Europe who needed dependable transportation for more than five persons. One option was the Volkswagen bus. We considered ourselves fortunate to own a 1957 VW Samba Bus. Restored versions of these vehicles sell for $40,000 or more today! Many missionaries had to settle for the only other option: a Fiat Multipla. The first Multiplas appeared in 1956 with six seats and 19 horsepower. Around 1960, the "600-D" was introduced, which offered six or seven seats and 27 horsepower. It could have been the very first minivan. The church in Ampflwang had a 1960 Multipla and our mission co-workers, Frank and Gwen Wiebe had a 1958 model. The Wiebe’s Multipla was badly rusted and constantly in need of repairs. Worst of all, the engine was making noises and blowing smoke. They desperately needed another car, so we informed them that Graham wanted to sell his nice 7-passenger Multipla. This would be the ideal vehicle for them. They responded as we feared they would: “No money!“ Verna and I were praying about the matter one morning, when a lady we had met in Vienna came to my mind. I stopped praying and asked Verna if she remembered her. It was during language study two years earlier that we had met her. She was traveling through Europe with a tour group and found the address of the Baptist Church in the phone book. When she appeared in the morning worship service, we offered to translate for her and invited her to Sunday dinner. After the meal, we drove her back to her hotel in our 1952 VW "Pretzel“ (so-called because of the split rear window). In parting, she gave us her address and said, "Please send me your newsletters. If you ever have a special need, let me know. Perhaps I can help out in some way." I recalled her perhaps because Graham was studying in Dallas and she lived in Texas. "Should we write her?" I asked. Verna agreed that it would be worth a postage stamp, so we sent off a friendly letter, telling about our work and family. Then we reminded her that she had once asked us to share special needs with her. Without asking for money, we mentioned the need of our coworkers and asked for prayer. Within ten days we received her reply. She wrote, "I went to the bank to deposit some money, but arrived right after the bank closed. I was at first disappointed, but the Lord seemed to tell me that He needed that money. I returned home and found your letter in the mail. The amount needed for the car corresponded exactly to the amount I was going to deposit!" She then wrote that she had contacted the school and gotten Reverend Lange's address. A check for $500 had been sent to him and our missionary friends could pick up their car immediately!" We notified the Wiebes of the good news. They promptly wrote a warm letter of thanks to their unknown benefactor. The Wiebes had been driving their car for two weeks, when their letter was returned unopened. One word was stamped on the envelope: "Deceased"! I need to insert a bit of trivia here. On February 10, 2010, an un-restored 1958 Fiat Multipla sold for $10,600 on eBay! After the Langes returned from America, they accepted a pastorate in the Baptist Church of Graz, Austria. At the request of the Miners' Mission in England and the church, we agreed to stay on until our furlough in February of 1968. BOYS CLUBI enjoyed working with a boys club in our home church before leaving for Austria, so I rounded up a bunch of boys in Ampflwang to form a boys club. Boys like to work with their hands and go camping. We had very little money, but I had plenty of experience and ideas. I talked the Wiebes into giving us their rusty old Multipla and set about refurbishing it with the boys. We would work an hour or two and then I gave a Bible lesson. All winter long, we worked on the car. We overhauled the engine, installing new rings, bearings and grinding the valves. Then we patched the numerous rust holes with fiberglass and gave the car a two-tone paint job that turned out pretty good. A church member named Heini decided that this was the perfect car for his family, so he bought it. It was about this time that I started a second boys club in a neighboring town. Now that we had some money to work with, we purchased marine plywood and oak to build two rowboats. The club in Ampflwang made good headway and soon finished its boat. The second club was not so industrious and the boat never got beyond the oak frame stage. I kept warning them that I was not going to finish their boat unless they came to help. Only two of the boys were faithful, so I decided to discontinue the new club and involve these boys in our Ampflwang club. Verna needed new kitchen cabinets, so I used the marine plywood to make her some. Those cabinets were moved and installed in four different homes. Forty years after I built the cabinets, our son, Richard had them in his basement workshop! When summer came, we decided to take our new boat for its maiden voyage on a nearby lake. I built a roof rack for the VW bus and we put the boat on top. After all the boys climbed into the bus, I drove through Ampflwang before heading for the lake. Our boys were proud as peacocks, waving at their friends from the windows. Many kids whose parents had forbidden them to attend our club were green with envy! The boat managed to stay afloat and the kids had a great time learning to row. The boys were now excited about going camping! The Baptists owned a couple of old US Army tents and said we could use them. We spent an entire week at a lovely Austrian lake, hiking, playing, swimming and boating. I took each boy with me for a boat ride and took the opportunity to talk to them about the Lord and their futures. It was a most valuable experience. One of the boys had epilepsy and was supposed to take medicine to keep it under control. One night, he had an attack and I had all I could do to keep him from biting off his tongue. I forced my wallet between his teeth and fought with him until the seizure finally left him totally exhausted. I was also finished! The other boys had witnessed the entire scene and were scared. The boy admitted not taking his medicine and I told him that he would have to go home as punishment for lying to me. God used all these experiences to form young lives who would later serve him. The epileptic boy died after an especially serious attack, but he had given his life to Jesus and we are confident that we will see him in heaven. Wolfgang also died in his teens of an unusual disease shortly before his mother passed away. Both he and his mother accepted Christ. With only one exception, all the other boys grew up living for the Lord and serving him in some way. Eddie learned to play guitar and had a great voice. He joined a gospel group that sang in many evangelistic meetings and church services. Max later served as a deacon in the church and was elected to the city council. Gerhard became the church youth leader and later a deacon. The story of Franz is given elsewhere in this book. I won’t bother to share all the stories, but it didn’t stop there either. They all married and had children. Those kids were saved and grew up to marry Christian partners and serve the Lord. The cycle will never stop! TANTE MITZI"Tante" means "aunt" and "Mitzi" is the nickname for "Maria.“ I could never figure this out, but I guess if we can make "Dick" a nickname for Richard, this is legitimate. I had no problem memorizing Tante Mitzi’s family name, Offenhauser. I had installed Offenhauser speed equipment on several of my hot rods and those Offenhauser engines that kept winning the Inianapolis 500 will not soon be forgotten. The pastor of the Baptist church in Linz and Graham Lange had been taking turns conducting Bible studies in the home of an elderly lady affectionately known to all simply as "Tante Mitzi." The Baptist pastor in Linz told me about this remarkable woman of 63, who lived in Weyregg on Attersee. She worked in the tourist office and had a great testimony. He suggested that I get to know her. I knocked on Mitzi’s office door and she opened it. She couldn't see very well and asked if she could help me. I said that I was looking for a Maria Offenhauser. She laughed and said, "That's me, just call me Mitzi." Before I had an opportunity to say anything else, Mitzi asked, "Do you love Jesus?" I smiled and said that I did. She replied, "Then we are brother and sister. Please have a seat." Tante Mitzi had one grown son in Vienna. He was born out of wedlock and his father, Mitzi's boyfriend, never returned from Hitler's war. Tante Mitzi never married and raised her son alone. One day she went to visit an old friend and found that she was an entirely different person from the one she used to know. She told Tante Mitzi about "her new life as a Christian" and shared her newfound faith with enthusiasm. Later, Mitzi had the privilege of meeting the man who introduced her friend to Christ, the Austrian Pastor, Martin Giglseder. Martin was the one who took me under his wing and mentored me when we lived in Vienna. Pastor Giglseder shared the good news of salvation with Tante Mitzi, and soon, she too prayed the prayer of forgiveness and became a "new creature." Tante Mitzi was an outgoing and jovial woman, loved by all who knew her. In spite of poor eyesight, she was one of very few Austrian women to receive the prestigious position of Postmaster in a local post office. When we began regular Bible studies in her home, Tante Mitzi was almost completely blind. She was still very active however, and operated a busy travel agency in Weyregg. Half a dozen ladies attended the Bible studies faithfully. One of these was Eva, the wife of a prominent man in town. EXODUS AT GUNPOINTDuring one of our Bible studies at Tante Mitzi's, Eva asked for some advice. Her mother was a local spiritist who told fortunes and diagnosed cures for sickness through the use of divining cards and a pendulum. She had not been to church for quite some time and "feared that a curse could come upon her house," so she invited the local priest to conduct a "House Mass.“ All her neighbors and relatives would be expected to attend. Eva's problem was knowing what to do about her mother's invitation. If she did not attend, her relatives would all be angry; yet she felt uneasy about attending such a mass. We prayed with Eva and advised her not to attend, encouraging her to give an honest reason for her absence. This was the first of numerous encounters with spiritism, "black" and "white" magic, occult practices and demonic behavior. We had heard that there was such activity on mission fields in Africa and Latin America, but we never expected to find this in civilized Europe. Several days later, we received an urgent telephone call from Tante Mitzi. Could we please come to get her immediately; she would explain when we arrived. Tante Mitzi had a large suitcase packed and was waiting for us. During our trip to Ampflwang, she shared with us what had happened. Eva decided to attend the House Mass at her mother's after all. During the mass, the local priest sprinkled holy water around the house, giving his blessing. Eva could hold still no longer. She spoke up loud enough for all to hear, “Can't you people see how ridiculous this is? How can God bless the kind of activities that go on in this house?“ The gathering was stupefied and at first, no one spoke up. Eventually, the priest motioned to the local doctor, who was also present, and simply said, "The lady is sick, you had better take her to your office." Eva protested, but her husband, several relatives and the doctor managed to usher her out of the house and to his office. She was diagnosed with having "religious insanity" and committed immediately to an asylum. Eva's husband was infuriated. Convinced that his family would still be intact and his reputation unspoiled had his wife not been attending Tante Mitzi's Bible studies, he loaded his shotgun and appeared on Tante Mitzi's doorstep. When she opened, he held the gun in her face and threatened, "If you are not out of this town by sunset, I'm going to kill you!" Tante Mitzi had a weak heart and was not in the best of health. She returned to her apartment and asked the Lord for guidance. When she had finished praying, she knew what she should do. It would be useless to call the police. They were all friends of Eva's husband. Although she doubted that he would actually carry through on his threat, Tante Mitzi realized that with Eva in an institution and the other women too scared to attend, there would be little chance for continuing the Bible studies. There were numerous other reasons for moving, so she quit her job with the tourist office, picked up the phone and called us to come get her. We helped Tante Mitzi move to Vienna, where she stayed with her grown son until she could find a place to live. TANTE MITZI RETURNSTante Mitzi joined a small Baptist church in Vienna, which was pastored by Martin Giglseder, the man who introduced her to Christ. The small group of Christians met in a wooden barracks that had housed soldiers during the war and refugees thereafter. We are convinced that it was partly due to her testimony and prayers that this church was soon bursting at the seams. After about ten years, a prime building lot was purchased and a lovely new edifice erected. One day in 1980, Tante Mitzi told her friends and relatives, "The Lord has shown me that I am to move to Vöcklabruck." They were dumbfounded and asked if she was in her right mind. She assured them that, although well into her seventies, her mind was functioning perfectly. There was no holding her back. She moved to Vöcklabruck near Ampflwang and began attending our services in Ampflwang. Her faithful prayers not only contributed greatly to the growth of the church in Ampflwang, but also played a major role in the establishment of a church in Vöcklabruck and the Austrian Bible Institute. Although blind in one eye and nearly blind in the other, she spent hours every day knitting clothes for needy families, praying for the recipients with every stitch. Her health failed to the extent that she could no longer attend church, but she continued praying and those who visited her, always came away spiritually refreshed. TANTE MITZI'S FUNERALTante Mitzi died at 95 on August 20, 1997. I had the privilege and honor of speaking at her funeral service. She was the fourth prayer warrior to pass away within two years. Who would replace them? Another pastor visited her a few days before her death. She was very weak, but after the pastor prayed with her, she too stammered a weak, but typical prayer, "Thank you for your grace and mercy!" She died in her sleep, but before she went to sleep, she sang a hymn of praise to her Lord and Savior. I look forward to seeing her again in heaven. I will probably have to wait in line! AN UNUSUAL TRIPJust prior to our arrival in Ampflwang, the handful of believers had helped with tent evangelism in the coal mining town of Riedersbach, located near the German border. We inherited the job of follow-up. I was not at all happy about this because the bi-weekly trip took two hours each way and there was plenty to do in Ampflwang without this extra burden. Nevertheless, we dutifully accepted the job. On a cold winter day, a couple of church members and I departed Ampflwang for the trip to Riedersbach. We had hardly gotten started when the clutch pedal of our Volkswagen van froze. Although I couldn't shift gears, I managed to get the vehicle to a garage. While the mechanic checked out the problem, we prayed for wisdom. The clutch took two hours to fix, so we decided to cancel plans for Riedersbach and visit a young couple instead. The two women from the church visited a woman who lived next door to the church and she was converted. The couple we visited showed up in church the following Sunday. A week later, we set out for Riedersbach again. It soon began to snow heavily and the sky looked threatening, so we decided to pray for wisdom. Secretly, I wanted to cancel the trip again, but after praying, the snow stopped falling and the others saw this as the Lord's reply. We continued on our two-hour journey, but soon it started snowing again and a strong wind caused drifting. The roads were poorly marked and had not been plowed. I had to concentrate just to keep the vehicle on the road. I still don't know how, when or where, but we got lost. Nothing was familiar and I asked the others if they thought we should turn around or continue, hoping to find a familiar marker or at least a road sign. Just then, we came to a "T" in the road, with no road signs or evidence of civilization within sight. I stopped and we decided to ask the Lord for direction. If the storm continued, we could easily get snowed in and freeze to death in our van! After each of us prayed, I again peered into the darkness for some indication of life; suddenly a light appeared in the distance. Relieved, I drove the van toward the light until we reached the end of a heavily drifted lane. I parked and trudged through the deep snow to the house. Half way there, I decided to return to get my road map. It was in a plastic bag which also contained my Bible and some Gospel tracts, so I took the whole bag. A middle-aged woman responded to my knocking. She appeared to have been crying but I was more concerned about our own problems and explained that we had lost our way. I asked if she could direct us back to the right road. With the help of my map, she was able to give clear directions. I thanked her and handed her a Gospel tract. The woman gazed intently at the tract and after some hesitation, she asked, "Are you a priest?“ I said that I was a pastor and asked if I could be of any help. I was totally unprepared for what came next. She burst into tears, and after offering me a seat, poured out her heart for about fifteen minutes. She said that she had just gone to the shed to get a rope and hang herself! She said that her husband often got drunk and beat her; the children were grown and showed little concern for their mother's needs; she was lonely, depressed and prepared to end it all. She went on to explain that she had always attended mass and tried to live a good life. Before retrieving the rope, she even prayed the "Lord's Prayer.“ Then, for the first time in her life, she simply asked God for help. She prayed, "God, if you really care about me, then send me a priest; otherwise, I'm taking my life!" With that, she went to the shed for a rope (that is when she turned on the outside light!) and had just returned when I knocked on the door! I was able to share God's simple plan of salvation and pray with her. She too prayed. When we parted, I promised to visit her again. When I returned to the van, the others were nearly frozen but they had been praying. After sharing my experience, we had a time of thanksgiving! We didn’t make it to Riedersbach on the second attempt. I tried to visit that woman on our next trip to Riedersbach, but in spite of much searching, I could find neither the intersection nor the farm. Our only hope and consolation is that the God who led us to this woman in her time of great need, would continue to lead and care for her! The first visit to Riedersbach was also a memorable experience. One of the women who had responded to the invitation to follow Christ had a son of about ten. During our visit, she told us that her son often woke up in the night screaming. He kept seeing visions of his grandmother, who died before he was conceived. I asked how he knew it was his grandmother and the woman said that she too had asked this question. One day, she was leafing through an old photo album with her son at her side. When she came upon a photo of her mother, he began to scream in terror. She said that she told the local priest about this and he said her son had a special gift of God. I responded that God does not terrorize children and asked some more questions. I discovered that the grandmother had been deeply involved in occult activities and had died a horrible death. I prayed with the distraught mother and her son, asking God to free them from the terror of the deceased grandmother. 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