The 15th Century Preacher.

There was a 15th century preacher who believed in the Holy Ghost for a while. One day, he had a moment with a young maiden who came for prayer. A bird came in the window and buzzed near her head. In the flutter, the strings on her maiden dress came loose and their nature took over. She came quite often for prayer after that although the bird was not needed for their nature. He became concerned that an organist who kept his organs and who did not bother himself with people's affairs might know something about him. The organists just loved music. So, the Preacher asked the maiden to get close to the organist, have the organist's baby by using a little of the organist's potty water. He ate the baby and kept hoping for the organist's ill health and to also know just what house chamber music song the organist was humming with the gospel in mind. Oh well; God is power but when power supersedes our purpose in knowing Him, where you hope illness on others, who are you serving when God's word is a word for health and healing and not sickness? This is so that we will sing unities and not rifts. If illness ever comes may it be between the Maker and that believer. It is only a sign of separation from God to hope illness on any other soul. It departs from the spirit and its fruit. The other preacher down the road told her and the bird not to come back unless she agreed to speak to a woman elder. When his nature took over, he prayed and called his wife to come in and escort her out. The woman with the bird decided to get her own husband instead of trying to be a number 2 in some married man's life and borrowing the time of someone else's good man. Sing unities and not rifts.