Long ago, when I was still in diapers, toddling around the jungles of northern Thailand with my missionary folks, they had a get together with all their missionary friends.
One of the older missionaries, a wise and respected man, told this story.
“We had just moved to a new village, and several people were coming to Jesus. The local witch doctor was angry about it. We found strange things outside our door, and outside the other Christian’s doors . . . cursed items and the like. The witch doctor was powerful, but I wasn’t worried.
But one night, as I lay sleeping, I woke up and smelled a tiger (tigers have a powerful, unmistakable scent). Thinking it was underneath the hut (his hut was on stilts) I jumped out of bed to find my gun. But the Tiger was standing at the foot of my bed!
I yelled in fright. The Tiger jumped out of my house.
I grabbed my gun, and rallied the men in the village. We hunted it through the dark jungle. And then … the Tiger attacked. One of the men shot it. When we walked over to where the Tiger fell, we found the witch doctor lying there, dead. Killed by a gunshot wound.”
SO, what do you think, earthlings?
Do you think the missionary was smoking something?
Has anything strange and unexplainable happened to you or someone you know?