So I prayed about it all those years. All of them prayed, and even my friend Mohammed (he is Muslim) says he’s been praying for me.
Mo’ said, “It is like the Black Stone in the Kaaba, which fell from the heavens to guide Adam and Eve to build an altar to Allah. “
With all of us praying, I still had no idea what was going on, but it was still pretty awesome. That is, until Shabbat last week. We were beginning Shabbat as usual with lighting the two candles and mom leading the Kiddush, saying, “Blessed are You, Yehowah our God, Sovereign of the universe, who hallows us with mitzvoth, commanding us to kindle the light of Shabbat.”
Next, as it was every Friday night, came the blessings over the children, saying:
“May God inspire you to live like Ephraim and Manasseh.”
“May God bless you and guard you.
“May the light of God shine upon you, and may God be gracious to you.
“May the presence of God be with you and give you peace.”
That’s when I felt that sensation again, just like when the meteorite splashed all over me. I gasped and saw everyone turn to look at me. That’s when I heard the most soothing yet powerful voice I’ve ever heard saying:
“I will bless you and guard you, Josiah; I will cause my light to shine upon you and be gracious to you. My presence will always be with you, and give you peace.”
The next thing I remember was an awful smell and waking up to see a paramedic kneeling down over me, saying, “You’re okay, you’re okay. You just fainted.”
JET (The Hero) 