There was a lady directly underneath our office who was doing crystal ball readings and tarot.  I was a bit unhappy about this, so I walked past her sign and prayed that she’d go away.  Imagine my surprise, the next day, when she disappeared!!  Completely.  She had actually moved out!  I know I shouldn’t have been astonished, but I was.  Never doubt the power of prayer.  She didn’t see that one coming in her crystal ball eh?  I did think that perhaps I should have prayed that I could have a conversation with her and tell her about Jesus but then, perhaps she should have seen Him in her toast or something?

Anyhow, I was feeling rather pleased with myself, until I met the new residents yesterday.  A large man waddled up the stairs in a movie T-shirt, jacket and jeans and introduced himself.  He said “Hi my name is Crockett”.  Thinking that he was joking, I laughed.   Then I realised he wasn’t joking.  He stood with a wispy looking lady with grey hair.  “What do you do?” I asked, recovering my composure.  “We’re healers” they said.  Oh marvellous.  Never doubt the power of prayer but question its motives.  I feel a conversation coming on.