I was in church a couple weeks ago, and the children's sermon was about Jesus walking on water. For those who don't know, when the disciples first see Jesus, they think he's a ghost.
Keep in mind that violinp, several others in my church, and I have...experienced the presence of our former music director in church.
One little kid stoutly said, "But there's no such thing as ghosts!", as if anyone could possibly believe differently.
At that moment, I, being far from any AC vents or other possibility of cool air, got smacked with a rush of ice cold air on my back. I had to laugh that our music director was once again making himself known.
I already knew he was in there, though, because the sanctuary felt "weird". That's the way I describe a room when I feel a presence or several presences, but it just means that I get the sense that I'm not in a simple existence. So I whispered, "Director, if you're here, move the right banner." Butter me up and call me a biscuit if he didn't shake the bottom of that banner.
In news about the ghosts in violinp's and my house, one of them tried to shove me down the stairs about a month ago. I know I'm clumsy, but my mom was off somewhere else, and my dad and sister were downstairs. There was no one and nothing that I could have felt putting its hands on my back and pushing me.