- Mar 7, 2007
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This is not meant to be disrespectful at all, just fyi.
Herb Jackson was driving his SUV down Bleaker Street at 9:17 P.M. when he heard a voice coming from the back seat.
Pull over, Herb, the voice called in a low gentle but husky tone. Herb held his breath as he looked to the rearview mirror. A wave of relief fell upon him when he saw that the backseat wasnt occupied. He began to relax and sing with the radio when
Herb, youre not alone. I am with you. I am God. Herb whipped his head back to see a man with bright red hair, wearing white clothing that glistened in the darkness of the night, and a smile that would make any female fawn over him. A car honked and Herb pulled his attention to the road, barely avoiding a head on collision.
You Howd you get ? Herb stumbled over his words.
Im God. Not how you pictured me, huh? Most people think of me as a built male with shoulder-length curly brown hair and a beard. Herb nodded slowly and tried to wrap his mind around this strange occurrence.
So youre telling me that you are God? Alpha and omega? The beginning and the end? Herd choked back a chuckle.
Yes. Pull over, now. Herbs hands involuntarily turned the steering wheel, plowed through a mailbox, and pulled up onto the sidewalk and parked the car.
What the Hell I mean heck was that? Herb decided that hed better listen to this God before anybody got hurt.
Get out of the car and preach, Herb. Herb slowly opened his door and stepped onto the front lawn of an elderly couple. An old man, about 87 years old, came out of his house with a bat.
Get off of my lawn you nincompoop! The old man ran towards Herb, arms flailing.
For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only son, Herb began to recite John 3:16. So that whoever believes
Get off of my darn lawn, idiot! The old man started to beat Herb with a bat. Herb jumped into the SUV and turned on the car. The old man began hitting Herbs SUV with the bat.
Drive Herb! God said with a chuckle.
What was that for? Herb yelled.
For my enjoyment.
Herb Jackson was driving his SUV down Bleaker Street at 9:17 P.M. when he heard a voice coming from the back seat.
Pull over, Herb, the voice called in a low gentle but husky tone. Herb held his breath as he looked to the rearview mirror. A wave of relief fell upon him when he saw that the backseat wasnt occupied. He began to relax and sing with the radio when
Herb, youre not alone. I am with you. I am God. Herb whipped his head back to see a man with bright red hair, wearing white clothing that glistened in the darkness of the night, and a smile that would make any female fawn over him. A car honked and Herb pulled his attention to the road, barely avoiding a head on collision.
You Howd you get ? Herb stumbled over his words.
Im God. Not how you pictured me, huh? Most people think of me as a built male with shoulder-length curly brown hair and a beard. Herb nodded slowly and tried to wrap his mind around this strange occurrence.
So youre telling me that you are God? Alpha and omega? The beginning and the end? Herd choked back a chuckle.
Yes. Pull over, now. Herbs hands involuntarily turned the steering wheel, plowed through a mailbox, and pulled up onto the sidewalk and parked the car.
What the Hell I mean heck was that? Herb decided that hed better listen to this God before anybody got hurt.
Get out of the car and preach, Herb. Herb slowly opened his door and stepped onto the front lawn of an elderly couple. An old man, about 87 years old, came out of his house with a bat.
Get off of my lawn you nincompoop! The old man ran towards Herb, arms flailing.
For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only son, Herb began to recite John 3:16. So that whoever believes
Get off of my darn lawn, idiot! The old man started to beat Herb with a bat. Herb jumped into the SUV and turned on the car. The old man began hitting Herbs SUV with the bat.
Drive Herb! God said with a chuckle.
What was that for? Herb yelled.
For my enjoyment.
