A PERSONAL TESTIMONY

OF

LOUIS P. BAUER, Ph.D.

This is my personal testimony. I share it because hopefully itcan help someone.

After you read it, if you think it can help someone you knowplease e-mail it to them.

    My wife and I went to a Catholic CharismaticConference in Pass Christian Mississippi and I prayed that I would receive somethingduring that weekend that would help me to help others. And my prayers were answered. I meta deacon there by the name of Douglas J. Authement who written his testimony about hishealing. Then Father Robert De Grandis the main speaker said, "If you have atestimony and want to be an instrument for Jesus and to evangelize, you need to write itdown and distribute it to others, especially if the healing was a Eucharistic healing. Atthat moment it was like Jesus was telling me to write this booklet.

   In Matthew 5: 14/16 it says, "You are thelight of the world. A city set on a mountain can not be hidden. Nor do they light a lampand put it under a bushel basket; it is set on a lamp stand, where it gives light to allin the house. Just so, your light must shine before others, that they may see your gooddeeds and glorify your Father." Those verses were so meaningful to me. I feel thatwhat happened to me can no longer be hidden. It has to be shared with others, such asyourself. I pray that my testimony in this book will enlighten you, and help bring youcloser to Jesus and set you free from the bondage of anger, resentment, bitterness,jealousy, revenge and unforgiveness.

    In 1987, at age 53, I was fairly happy with my life. Ihad a great wife, and three children, two of whom were grown with families of their ownand one that was soon to enter high school. For 25 years, I had a career in sales. I feltsecure in my job and truly enjoyed it. My sales territory consisted of all of Louisianaand part of Mississippi. Although it was a large territory and required a lot of time andenergy, I didn’t mind. Over the years, I had built a great relationship with mycustomers so that whenever I called on them it was like visiting old friends. They trustedme and knew that when they bought something from me, I came with it. They knew I would bethere to service them or help in any way possible. It was a pleasure getting up and facingthe world every morning because I felt good about the job I did. I was also lookingforward to retirement in a few years and finally spending that special time with my wife,doing the things we always dreamed of. Life seemed good.

    Then, slowly, the threads that held my world togetherbegan to unravel. I was informed by my boss that there would be a reorganization ofemployees. The large, profitable sales territory that I had built up since I started withthe company, was going to be divided with a younger employee. They reduced my salesterritory drastically which meant basically starting from scratch. As a good portion of mysalary came from commissions, I was horrified. This not only meant quite a bit less moneycoming in but I was back to knocking on doors and cold calling on new clients. I feltangry, hurt and betrayed. Here I was, close to retiring, at a point in my life where Ifelt I would be able to reap the rewards of all my hard work and it was being taken awayfrom me. I felt I didn’t deserve this but yet it was happening to me. I began to takeit personally and felt that they were trying to make it hard for me. I was also worriedthat any day I might be laid off because of the reorganization. I grudgingly accepted thenew task but each day I became more resentful and bitter. With the resentment, came anger- anger with my boss, the company and even with my coworkers. Soon the anger began toreach out even further, even to some of my clients. Then there came a point when thatanger turned into hatred. All my life, I tried to do the right thing. I respected otherpeople and tried to help them whenever they needed it and this is the treatment I got inreturn! What I didn’t realize then is that anger and hatred has a snowball effect. Itkeeps growing and extending to all areas of your life until finally it takes overcompletely. It consumed me and soon every little molehill in my life became aninsurmountable mountain.

    I became less tolerant with people. If a car pulledout in front of me in traffic, I just wanted to hit him. I even considered buying an oldtruck and putting an old railroad bumper on it and if someone pulled out in front of me, Icould really let them have it. I also had a neighbor, at that time, who decided to startcollecting junk, which was fine until he started using my fence to lean it all on. Tryingto talk to him was useless and it ended up in a shouting match, at which point I told himexactly what I thought of him. I tried to forget about it but I couldn’t. Every timeI came home my eyes went straight to the fence to see what new junk he had collected andmy anger would start all over again. But each time my anger would grow greater because Ifelt I didn’t deserve to be treated that way. I would never treat someone else thatway. I had always respected other people’s property but no one respected mine. Yousee, the snowball just kept growing.

    I tried to go on vacation, just to get away from itall, but it followed me. I went scuba diving but even 20 feet under the water, I was stillreliving all of the anger I had experienced. I couldn’t escape from it. It wastotally possessing me!

    My life continued on this way for over a year whensomething strange happened. I was calling on a client one morning and as I pulled up infront of his office, I began to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying so I left. Istopped at a restaurant to try to get my composure. I went to the rest room and washed myface. When I came out, I ordered a cup of coffee and after sitting there for a while, Ibegan to feel better. I decided to go back to my client’s office but as soon as Idrove up, I began to cry again. I couldn’t understand what was happening and Icouldn’t control it. I just had to leave. I cried the entire thirty miles back home,uncontrollably, like a child with a broken heart. I kept looking out of the window to seeif anyone was looking at me. I felt foolish but I couldn’t stop. When I got home, mywife asked, "What’s wrong?" "I don’t know", I told her,"I just feel depressed." She suggested that I go to bed to get some rest, so Idid.

    From then on, it was downhill. I spent about threeweeks in that bedroom, I didn’t want to come out. All I wanted to do was to close theblinds and just sleep. It seemed as if there was a fast forward tape constantly playing inmy mind, and I couldn’t slow it down. I kept thinking, "What if I lose my job?What if I say something about how I feel and they fire me? After all these years, what amI going to do? I don’t have anything to fall back on or anywhere else to go. What ifmy neighbor stacks more junk on the fence? It’s already beginning to bow under theweight. What if he comes into my yard and wants to start trouble?" My mind was filledwith "what if's " and I kept thinking how unfair it all was. It just wasn’tright. These thoughts and all of the anger and hurt kept playing over and over in my minduntil it overwhelmed me. The only time I got any relief from these thoughts was when I wasasleep. I didn’t have to deal with anything or anybody. Sleep was a form of escape sothat’s all I wanted to do. Things had gotten so bad that I even considered taking myown life because I felt I just couldn’t handle it anymore.

    My family tried to help me and comfort me but all Iwanted was to be left alone. I felt as if I was the only one in the world that felt thatway. How could I explain to anyone how strong the anger and resentment was that I felt? Iwas sure no one would understand. My eldest son would come and ask me to go take a walkwith him. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to leave the security of my bedroom. Friendsand family would try to help by telling me that I shouldn’t feel that way, I had agood job, a great family. I knew these things already but it didn’t matter. It onlymade me feel worse. I just couldn’t change the way I felt.

    One afternoon, my wife came into the bedroom andsaid, "Honey, I’ve fixed you something to eat. Why don’t you come in thekitchen and eat and maybe we could talk a little?" I told her, "Look, whydon’t you just get the hell out of here? Just let me alone, will you?" Sheclosed the door and went out into the hallway. I could hear her begin to cry, pitifully. Igot up, filled with anger, and went out there. "What the hell are you cryingfor?", I yelled. I felt like I was the one who was hurting, what reason did she haveto cry? She just looked up at me and said, "I love you so much and I just don’tknow what to do to help you." It made me realize that there was something wrong withme but I didn’t know what it was. Because I had no control over my feelings, I wasfrightened. I thought I was losing my mind. When my wife said that to me, it strucksomething inside of me and I told her, "I need to get some help. This isn’t me.I just don’t know what’s wrong with me."

    My wife took me to the psychiatric hospital so thatI could check in and maybe get the help I needed. But I wasn’t sure this was theright step. I went inside and looked around. Some people were sitting there, staring offinto space, some were talking to themselves, some were huddled in the corners and Ithought, "Wait a minute, I don’t belong here!" I turned to my wife andsaid, "Look, I think I’m just going to leave. I don’t think this place isfor me. I don’t belong here!" She said, "Well, if you want to leave, getyour suitcase and we’ll go." But I realized I needed some kind of help, so Isaid, "No, I’ll stay." But when she left and walked out that door, I thinkthat was one of the most frightening moments of my life!

    The doctors put me through a whole series of testsand the diagnosis was that I had a chemical imbalance and that was causing the depression.It was such a relief to find out that there was something physically wrong with me whichcaused the way I felt. I was started on some medications but they caused some bad sideeffects. The doctors then decided to put me on a different medication which they said wasmuch slower acting. It would take about thirty days to get into my system well enough tohave any effect. It would probably be a number of months before I would even wake up inthe morning and not feel severely depressed. I was informed that I would have to remain onthe medication for the rest of my life or else I would go right back into that severedepression.

    My first two weeks there, I was not allowed to bealone. I had told them how depressed I had been and that I had even considered taking myown life. So they felt that they really needed to watch me. I wasn’t allowed to gooutside in the courtyard alone and anytime I went anywhere, someone was with me. I was inthe hospital for about two and a half weeks, when they gave me a two hour pass. My wifecame to pick me up and said, "Why don’t we go home? I’ve fixed a dinner foryou and the kids are there. I thought that you might like to see them." But I saidno. I knew I couldn’t go home then because the minute I turned the corner and saw theneighbors yard, it would just be too much. I couldn’t go back to that bedroom where Ihad stayed for so long feeling depressed and thinking of ways to end my life. I justcouldn’t go back into that environment. I said, "Let’s just stayhere." I was beginning to feel somewhat protected in the environment of the hospital.I didn’t have to worry about anybody because I wasn’t allowed visitors. But Ialso knew that it wasn’t going to last. I knew I was using up my savings and I wasprobably going to lose my job and my home. And I didn’t know how long my family wouldbe able to put up with me. To say I was afraid would be an extreme understatement.

    We sat together for a little while and then I asked herto take me over to church. Let me tell you, church was the last place I wanted to go. Icouldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth. You see, I resented God - bigtime. My thoughts were, "If you’re such a good God, then why is all thishappening to me? I’ve always tried to do the right thing, treat other people withrespect. I don’t deserve all the things that has happened to me. If you were any kindof loving God, you wouldn’t let these bad things happen." But that night, wewent to St. Margaret Mary Church anyway. The Church was closed but the chapel was openbecause of Perpetual Adoration. It was 8 o’clock at night and we were the only onesin the chapel. That seemed strange, because there was always someone there. We went to thefront of the chapel and knelt down in the front pew. I tried to pray. I tried to say theLord’s Prayer and even all the prayers I had learned as a child, but I couldn’t.I just couldn’t pray. I felt like such a hypocrite because I didn’t want to bethere. I couldn’t let go of all the hurt and anger I was feeling. I would have leftexcept when I looked over at my wife, she was kneeling down praying intensely. Ididn’t want to disturb her, so I sat down in the pew and just stared at the HolyEucharist. I sat there staring at the Eucharist for a long time and as I stared, it was asif this fast forward tape, filled with all these negative thoughts, that had been playingover and over in my mind, began to slow down. I thought, "Well, I’ll just goback to work and do the best I can. And if they fire me, well they’ll just fire me.I’ll find something else. But what am I going to do, I don’t know anything else?But, it’s O.K..., I’ll find something else." And then I began to think ofother things I could do. I closed my eyes and I thought, "I’m going to say aprayer for my boss, about what he did to me." But when I thought that, it was as ifsomeone reached down into my stomach and twisted my intestines. "You fool,you’re going to forgive him after all the rotten things he did to you?" But Ithought, "No, I’m still going to say a prayer for him and his wife. And as I satthere, with my eyes closed, I saw a dark circle, and around that circle I began placingthese people whom I was praying for in a clockwise motion in my mind. I thought,"I’m going to say a prayer for my neighbor and his wife". And again, Iexperienced that physical feeling of pain. It was as if my stomach was knotting up insideof me. I was literally fighting an internal battle. But I thought, "I’m stillgoing to pray for them. And I’m going to say a prayer for that person who’d beenspreading lies about me. Even though some people believed those lies and it hurt me,I’m going to pray for them. And I’m going to pray for this person and for thatperson. And as I continued putting these people within that circle in my mind, there was arush of more and more people that I needed to pray for. But through all of this, I stillhad that terrible twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach. I thought, "It’s sohard. I don’t know if I can let go of this." Suddenly, out of the center of thedark circle in my mind, came a thought, a thought so powerful and strong, I knew itdidn’t come from me. It said, "Do it for me." At that instant, allof the anger, hatred, resentment, bitterness, jealousy, revenge and depression were gone.Totally gone! Never, in my entire life, had I experienced the peace that I felt at thatmoment. I started crying and went outside the church. My wife followed me and asked whathappened. I told her about my experience and she asked me, "Louie, what did youdo?" "I didn’t do anything. I don’t understand it. It’s like itwas all taken away - totally taken away. It was like it was lifted from me. I justcan’t explain how I feel now. None of it is there. I’m not depressed. I feelabsolutely wonderful!"

    I went back to the hospital and asked the nurse,"What’s the chances of my going home tomorrow? I’m O.K." and I toldher what happened. She told me that I would have to speak to the psychiatrist about that.The next day the psychiatrist came in and I said, "Look Doc, I want to get out ofhere. I’m O.K. now." and I proceeded to tell him what happened. Needless to say,I think they thought that I’d totally lost it now. He said, "I just can’tlet you go like that. When you signed in here, you gave us the right to hold you, evenagainst your will, for at least 72 hours, until we can be sure you’re not a danger toyourself or others. We would have to run more tests on you before we could even considerletting you go." "Doc," I said, "Do what you have to do but I want outof here because there’s nothing wrong with me." They ran the tests andmiraculously the chemicals were all back in balance. Since that night in the chapel,I’ve never taken any medications for depression and I’ve never again experiencedany symptoms of the illness.

    I knew then that God wanted me to do something tohelp other people, but I didn’t know what it was. I remember reading Matthew 9: 37/38Jesus said, " The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few." I felt that wasmeant for me.

    From that moment on, I began a new journey. I knew thenthat I wanted to help people. I didn’t know exactly how but I knew that was going tobe my vocation. I felt convinced God was calling me to do a particular kind of work. Itwas only after I removed the wall of anger and hurt that I had built up that I was open toall the good that was flowing into my life. I became more aware of how God was working inmy life each day, even in simple and profound ways. I quit my job and tried starting myown business but that wasn’t the path that God had chosen for me. The business failedbut my faith didn’t. I was without a job, income and hospitalization when my wifecame to me and told me that she had been bleeding internally. I told her to go to thedoctor but she protested, saying we couldn’t afford it without hospitalization.Against her wishes, she went to the doctor and when she came out she was crying. I askedher what was wrong and she said, "I don’t know for sure. When he pushed in on myabdomen, I could feel something in there. What scared me most was the look on his facewhen he pushed on my abdomen. He thinks I have a tumor in my colon that’s causing thebleeding. He wants me to come back in a couple of days for more tests."

    Later that night, even though we were watchingtelevision, I kept thinking of Deana. Suddenly the thought came into my mind, "Praywith her." It was the same powerful thought that I experienced in the chapel thenight I was healed. I’d learned to recognize it now because it didn’t come fromme. My reaction was more like, "Do what?" I felt awkward asking Deana that, notthat she would have thought anything about it, but it wasn’t quite my style. I satthere for three hours until the thought became so strong, I couldn’t sit there anymore. Finally, I said, "Deana, can I pray with you?" She said, "I’dlike that." We went into the bedroom and as she lay down on the bed, I placed my handover her abdomen. I began to feel heat coming from my hand but when I moved my handfurther over on her abdomen I couldn’t feel anything. I only felt it over one areaand I couldn’t understand why I felt it at all. I thought, "This is crazy.I’m supposed to be praying with her and I’m worried about feeling thisheat." The thought came again and this time it was almost like a command, "Doit!" Deana had been laying there with her eyes closed and I placed my hand backover the spot where I felt the heat. I said, "Jesus, you know where I am. Idon’t have a job or any hospitalization. I don’t know what to do but I remembersomewhere in the Bible that you said, whatever you ask for in prayer and believe that youhave, it will be given to you. So, I’m asking you now that whatever it is in herabdomen that is causing her to bleed, remove it." I then had the strangest feeling.For a split second, it was if my hand went into her abdomen. I didn’t say anythingabout this to my wife and we finished praying and I went to bed. The next day, Deana cameup to me and said, "Since I have to go for the test tomorrow would you pray with meagain?" I told her I would and as she lay there, I placed my hand over her abdomenbut I couldn’t feel anything. Even though I moved my hand around, I couldn’tfeel that heat sensation again. I tried to analyze it in my mind. Why couldn’t I feelanything? Maybe she had a fever last night and that was what I felt. And then the thoughtcame again and it said, "You asked and it’s been given you." Ican’t describe how I felt. It was as if rays of heat were coming from my face and Isaid, "Deana, it’s gone!" I just knew it to be a fact. She said, "Iknow. I felt something!" The next day, after her test the doctor came up to me andsaid, "Louis, she’s fine. I don’t understand it. I know what I felt but Iwent all the way into her colon, as far as I could go, but she’s clean as awhistle." There were no signs of bleeding and to this day, she has not had anotherproblem.

    More and more, I began to experience miracles. A friendcalled me and said that his friend had come down from Canada to attend a convention inAtlanta, Georgia. The person she was supposed to go with became ill and he thought perhapsI could drive her there. I agreed and we set out. It was a convention of the NationalAssociation of Clergy Hypnotherapists and to attend you had to be a clinicalhypnotherapist and an ordained minister. Our plan was to take her to the convention and wewould do a little sight seeing until it was time to pick her up. God had other plans. Whenwe arrived, they invited Deana and I to sit in on the convention. There were manydifferent denominations attending. There were Baptist ministers, Methodist ministers andeven Catholic priests and Bishops. It was there we met Dr. Art Winkler and his wife Dr.Pam Winkler. I had been asked to share my story and afterwards, I was approached by theWinklers and they suggested I study hypnotherapy. So I went to school, studiedhypnotherapy and received my degree. I began to notice how God put certain people in mypath to help me on this new journey, a journey that brought me to where I am today. Andall of the trials that I experienced were merely stepping stones, lessons I needed tolearn, to help me get on the right path.

    When my life was filled with those negative thoughtsand emotions, I was blind to all the light, goodness and love that was around me. It tookme reaching the bottom of the pit before I could finally look up. I didn’t realize itback then, but I now know, that night in the chapel, in my own crude way, I was forgiving— forgiving all those who had hurt me. And through forgiveness came freedom and truepeace. It wasn’t easy. I literally struggled with myself. There was a part of me thatdidn’t want to let it go — a part of me that wanted justice or revenge because Ididn’t deserve what they did to me. But there was another part of me that was tiredof hurting — tired of having this weight pressing down on me and overshadowing everypart of my life. It would have been much easier to hold on to those negative feelings.That knot in my stomach told me that I shouldn’t do it because I was right and theywere wrong. It wasn’t until I made the choice to pray for those who hurt me that Iwas open enough to allow God to come into my life and heal me in such a profound way.

    Never again will I allow those things to control mylife because I know now that the choice is mine. What I want you to understand is that thechoice is yours. Our free will, the power to choose, is the most powerful thing we have.It is so powerful that even God Himself will not interfere with it.

    Most things in our lives are not life and deathsituations. But with our imagination, we blow them out of proportion. Many times we createour own mountains, our own demons. When we hear about Jesus casting out demons, many of uspicture a devil with horns and fiery eyes. But the demon could be unresolved anger,resentment, bitterness, revenge, hatred or negative thinking and these demons can totallypossess us, if we allow them to. We have the choice whether or not to give them any powerin our lives. There is nothing in this world that has any power except the power that wechoose to give it. I now realize that I suffered from more than a chemical imbalance. Isuffered from an imbalance in my inner trinity, my mind, body and spirit. I didn’tjust suffer from it, I had caused it! I had let my mind run the same negative course overand over for so long that I became one dimensional. I couldn’t see my way around myproblems because I viewed them from only one perception. Only through forgiveness was myspirit set free. And only when my spirit was truly free did I experience joy, a joy unlikeanything I had ever known. My life is filled with peace because I know the choice is mine.I have the power to control the situations in my life by choosing how I react to them.Unfortunately, depression is becoming more common. It is running through the world likewildfire, even affecting teenagers and young children, and the suicide rate is climbing.Depression is like a mental cancer. It takes away ones' own identity and causes people totake their own lives. It possesses, consumes and destroys. Depression is a serious illnessbut it can be treated successfully. It is one of the few illnesses in which the patientrecovers stronger and healthier, than before they developed the illness. Depression comesfrom a false perception of being deprived of something that you want, but you feel youdon’t have. Change the perception and you will heal the depression. I lived in thatlonely darkness of depression and it consumed my life. I feel this is why God healed me,so that I can help bring His light into the dark hearts of depression.

    In my hypnotherapy practice I work with the HolySpirit every day. I do everything that I know how to do for that person and then I placemy hand over that person's forehead and silently say a prayer for them. I ask Jesus totouch them and heal them in whatever way they need to be healed. It may be a physicalhealing. It may be an emotional healing. Or it may be a spiritual healing.

    At the time the person is in my office, my wifeDeana is in the other room praying for that person. I know what Jesus meant when He said,"Where two or more are gathered in my name, I will be there with you." We seetrue miracles happening. We see things happening that have no logical or medicalexplanation, but they happen. I see Jesus healing today, the same as He did two thousandyears ago.

    I’m going to give you a key. I want you to usethis key. This key will unlock any lock and it will open any door. Forgiveness is thekey. Forgiveness is the key to happiness and peace. It's a key to meaning — ina world that make no sense!

    I can assure you, if you use this key, it willunlock any chains that bind you! And will set you free from all anger, resentment,bitterness, jealousy, depression and revenge. It will give you peace of mind, and ahealthy body and will set your spirit free. Forgiveness is not a feeling, it’s an actof the will, the free will that God gave us. The good feelings will come later, they arethe byproducts of the act of the will.

    If you can remember in Matthew 26: 39 Jesussaid, "Father if it is possible, let this cup pass from me." There was an innerbattle going on within Him. In Matthew 26: 42 " He prayed again, saying,"Father if it is not possible that this cup pass without me drinking it, Your will bedone." He turned it all over to God the Father. He ended the battle.

    I realize now, that night in the chapel, before theBlessed Sacrament, I was willing to forgive, to forgive all those who had hurt me and toforgive myself. I didn’t like the person that I had become and I didn’t want tofeel that way anymore. So in my own crude way, I was forgiving. Through forgiveness, I wasopen to Jesus and His healing grace and it was then, that He touched me and set me free.He gave me peace of mind, He healed my body, (putting the chemicals back in balance) butmost of all He set my spirit free.

   In Matthew 22: 35/40 And one of them, (a scholar ofthe law) asked Jesus a question, to test him. "Teacher, which is the greatcommandment in the law?" And Jesus said to him, "You shall love the Lord yourGod with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is thegreatest and first commandment. The second is like it, you shall love your neighbor as youlove yourself. On these two commandments depend all the law and the prophets."

    I can imagine the scholar saying, "NO, Ionly want to know what is the first and most important commandment." But Jesus,almost in the same breath, said, "The second most important commandment is to loveyour neighbor as yourself." That seems to fly right over our heads. Did we notunderstand what Jesus meant? If we loved our neighbor as we love ourselves, our neighborswould be in a terrible shape. Jesus was saying, love yourself. You were created in theimage and likeness of God. You are a child of God. Jesus said the kingdom of God is withinyou.

    Sometimes it’s easier for us to forgive othersthan to forgive ourselves. We hold onto guilt or anger and literally become our own worstenemy.

    Why hold on to all that anger? Why not do what Jesusdid, as he hung on the cross? He said, "Forgive them Father for they know not whatthey do." Can you imagine all of the physical and emotional pain He wasexperiencing at that time? And yet, even with all the pain, He was willing to forgive. Whoare we to hold on to anger and unforgiveness, when Jesus Himself was willing to forgive?Jesus did not deserve all the things that were happening to Him, yet He was willing toforgive. The resurrection came through forgiveness. And the same is true with you.Through forgiveness you can be resurrected to a new life, a new meaning, a new purpose.

    Forgiveness will set you free from all the mistakes ofthe past, from all guilt. It will set you free from b anger, resentment, bitterness,jealously and revenge.

Like the old phrase says, "Try it you’ll like it."

    In Matthew 18: 21/22 Peter came up and saidto him, "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As manyas seven times?" Jesus said to him, "I do not say to you seven times, butseventy times seven."

    Forgiveness is ongoing and necessary when someonesays something to you that hurts, when someone does something to you that wasn’tright and you didn’t deserve it, when you are following that little old lady in yourcar and she is doing twenty miles an hour, in a forty mile zone, when that person pullsout in front of you and has the audacity to give you the finger or when you do everythingto help someone and they abuse you. Think about it. What forgiveness is needed in yourlife? The choice is yours. Be willing to forgive. Its controlled your way of life longenough.

    I remember reading somewhere that the holiest placeon earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.

When you forgive, you are truly on Holy Ground.

    By reading this booklet, I pray your heart and mindwill be opened to the awesome, healing power of God.

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   For more help in dealing with forgiveness, check outDr. Bauer’s meditation tape, The Passion.