FROM DECEMBER GIFF FILE
I've received a few emails of curiosity about our crazy grandson. One woman from the fourth largest city in Alaska wondered why it took so long for him to find his wife. She was kind enough to write from her heart, so I feel compelled to answer. Besides, you know her. She's is the next President, after all.
DREAMS AND VISIONS
Our family has a history of fools, failures and dangerous people. All the way back to 1519 in what is now Northern Ireland. Let's just say that the DNA of all the scoundrels since that earliest known record of the Giff line somehow ended up in the loins of my grandson. Let's call him The Nut.
The Nut claims to have had a dream on April 12, 2004 in which he saw himself today. He was in a strange land, in a very small house with a tiny woman . He saw himself playing with a giggling child. He told the family on the way to the airport that he was doing the right thing, and frankly, I'm finding myself believing more parts of his story than not, lately. Especially when I watch historic events now unfold.
I'm no dummy. That's one thing for sure. I know what East means. And when he made certain very specific statements that morning, I personally called the office of the Church Historian of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in Salt Lake City. One of the things he said to us in the van, was that the church was hiding the writings of Iddo. He was told in his vision that this, of all church sins, was the most serious, in the eyes of God. It's bad enough, he was told, to hide one's sordid history, perverted personalities and killings. What upset the Father most was the greed that existed in, "the cold, cold hearts of "the Brethren" as He put it. That vision (he told us) was repeated four times during the night. He appeared sleepless, and we felt to believe him. Remember, this was in our van on the way to the airport.
To withhold truth, even if it does cast a poor light on their current methodology, is the ultimate folly. Good people serve that splendid organization, and I think they deserve better. To mock them with a petty withholding is beyond shame. The Nut went on to say that in 2011, the church would be laid naked, for all to see its innumerable iniquities. The bribes. The sexual unions. The contracts with Foundation X and those secret art purchases, using tithes and offerings, there's no excuse for such nonsense.
His vision further showed him two women. One was his future wife, the other: the most perfect woman God ever created. The woman God directed him to marry was as far from his desires as a stick, covered with mud, and lost on some back road of Uganda. She was as small as a 9-year old child, had tiny breasts with no nipples, and three thumbs. She was missing her most prominent front tooth and is ill-educated. The only thing she really had going for her was what he was told in the vision. She bore the seed that would change the world. He was commanded to go and find her, to take her as his woman, bear this child and raise it as well as he was able, for as long as he could.
He was shown (he claims) that he would suffer his final years in prison, out of any contact with civilization, and would die on the way to the day's afternoon meal on the date of his 48th birthday. He was adamant about it.
He said the vision was so plain and real, that he recognized the girl the moment he saw her.
Now, back to the girl he didn't marry. She would be his final test in life, as to women. God had placed her in his path, to lure and to tempt him, if possible. To see if he would choose brain and beauty over simple worth.
He claims he did. The entire family disagrees. We were sent pictures of the girl he never married, and also ones of his wife. There couldn't be a greater contrast. One is professional and sharp, the other as simple as socks on a string, drying. But he says he made the correct choice. We all think he's a nut.
Yes, their child is beautiful, bright, happy and clever. He shows signs of greatness and eccentricity. He is a singer in his small village, and today earns more than his mother, with her sari sari store. He so loves the girls.
History may show that we're all wrong. I'm as curious as anyone to see the outcome. But one thing's for certain. The woman he didn't marry is a gem. She remains single. Waiting. And waiting. I was in touch with her at Christmas time, and she is quite happy. But I know better. Where are real men these days?
If any of you know of a good man who knows "precious" when he sees it, drop me a line. I'll get you in touch with her. For the rest of you, the Philippines is where God placed His brightest flowers. Just sayin'.
God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.
Thank you for letting me close the blog. The suitcase arrived.
