Sister Gertrude Morgan: The Mystic of New Orleans - Book - Page 28
Big news later arrived that changed my life even more: God
married me himself around 1942. When I first learned I had
become God’s wife I was so happy back in those days. Being
young in the cause. Oh, I didn’t know what to do! But as
the days, weeks, months, and years rolled by, I began to see
greater light, more of God’s mystery, and what great love
Jehovah had for little me.
Sometimes another person will receive a vision for you. You
never know how God will communicate. A woman from the
church named Sister Palmore had a dream of me in 1947. I wrote
the story of that dream in a painting, and it goes like this:
She saw me shooting at some birds way up in the air that Represents
those high Heavens whom God is calling down whose mind is way
up there. See Isaiah one and two—read it and ask yourself a question:
What must I do? Do like Nicodemus and St. John 3:3—humble
yourself, come on down. Pray Lord have mercy on poor me! Pity
yourself, fall on your face and cry. You better wake up, you want to
be able to stand that Brimstone and fire. Let the church say amen.
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