The spirit stopped, but I could not see what it was. A shape stood before my eyes, and I heard a quiet voice.
After the earthquake, there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire, there was a quiet, gentle sound.
A spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body stood on end.
It said, ‘Can a human be more right than God? Can a person be pure before his maker?