Then the spirit stopped. But I couldn’t tell what it was. Something stood there in front of me. I heard a soft voice.
After the earthquake a fire came. But the Lord wasn’t in the fire. And after the fire there was only a gentle whisper.
A spirit glided past my face. The hair on my body stood on end.
It said, ‘Can a human being be more right than God? Can even a strong man be more pure than the God who made him?