TLC, you have got to stop confusing the natives! I went out to my car to go home yesterday and found a piece of paper on my windshield entitled: Flying Saucers are End-Time Prophecy. Catch the following excerpt:
Susan said, "Let's pray. Let's hold hands and pray and ask God, 'God if there is such a thing as flying saucers, show them to us right now.'" The way Sue was speaking to me was supernatural. I knew the Holy Spirit was leading her to say these things to me because I could feel the Holy Spirit touching my heart with each word she spoke. . . She was driving and I took her hand, She prayed, "Oh Lord, God Almighty, if there are such things as flying saucers, show them to us, Father, in the name of Jesus." I said, "Amen, Lord."
No sooner had she said this prayer, and I said, "Amen, Lord," than a squadron of flying saucers began approaching us very quickly from far in the distance. They descended from way up high, down within a fraction of an inch of the windshield of the car with a speed as fast as lightning.
First one came, then two, then three. Then another three followed in a "V" formation. Two more, then one more came in from a far distance, and in less than a second were diving at our car windshield missing the windshield within a fraction of an inch as we moved forward. They just keep coming, six, twelve, two, and one, over and over again. I could look out the back window and see their lights behinds us, disappearing miles away in the night. They were all the same size, lit evenly and thoroughly both within and without, I couldn't see any thing in them. They were like frosted lights. They didn't look like clouds or vapor. They all were perfectly round. They made a whooshing sound as they neared the car, letting us know they were made of some kind of substance. There were at least one hundred of them.
Susie, still holding my hand, asked me, "Do you see what I see?' I said, "For God's sake, yes!" She said, "What?" I said, "Flying saucers." She said, "Yes," and squeezed my hand, I told Susie, "Stop the car! How can you keep driving this car when these things are coming within a fraction of an inch or our windshield?" By this time I was directing my conversation to Susie from halfway under the glove compartment. At the same time I was praying, "God, please turn it off! Stop them, We've seen it. I got the message. That's it. I know that they exist now."
Of course on the bottom of the piece of paper it said: This literature carries the only plan of salvation. Do not throw it away, pass it on to another.
In case anybody thinks I am making this up, he even has it online:
alamoministries.com
Open frame of: alamoministries.com
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