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Then Came the Glory
of a generous inheritance, my poor wife did not realize the hard road that lay ahead of her. In nine years of suffering, I vainly spent my wealth for medication and any food or drink the magicians said would help. I lay on ashes and tried many absurd remedies hoping for relief, but found none.
We declined from abundance to total poverty. After we came to the place we had nothing left to buy food to put on our table I cried bitterly to the Lord, "Why do you not heal me? Oh, my Creator, either heal me of kill me."
On Thursday after that prayer, I had a vision: it seemed an angel took me to heaven. I heard God ask. Have
you brought the man who entreated me to either heal him or kill him?
Yes, the angel answered. Take him to the lesson room
In that room a teacher held a large book open against his chest so I could see the writing. Though I am illiterate, and had never seen the alphabet before, when he fastened his eyes on me I could read the book and understand the words. When he turned his face away from me, the words
disappeared and I couldn't remember what I read.
After I lay some time at his feet I rolled under a
curtain in the judgement room where three angels sat to
Judge me. Laying before them I asked, "Please tell me what mistakes have caused my suffering for nine years. Let me
hear and die, or, otherwise, pardon me and let me be healed."
The angels talked to each other and one said. His
iniquity is not so great he cannot be for^ven Release him and let him go.
Young man, one of them said, do not sacrifice to devils, do not divine or be a wizard Do not steal or give
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