Something stood there. I couldn’t tell what it was. A vague image was in front of my eyes. I heard a soft voice:
After the earthquake there was a fire. But the Lord wasn’t in the fire. And after the fire there was a quiet, whispering voice.
A spirit passed in front of me. It made my hair stand on end.
‘Can ⌞any⌟ mortal be righteous to God? Can ⌞any⌟ human being be pure to his maker?’