It stopped, but I could not tell what it was. A form stood before my eyes, and I heard a hushed voice:
After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
A spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body stood on end.
‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can even a strong man be more pure than his Maker?