On one side of the room was a fireplace and across from that stood a piano, a gift from my wife’s parents. The piano bench was pulled slightly away from the piano. We’d been talking for just a short while when June turned to me and said, “The man sitting on your piano bench says that he’s here to help you understand new things.”Having known June for such a long time we should have been used to such comments,especially when only the three of us were there and I was the only man present.
I looked across and saw only an empty bench. “What man are you talking about, June?” I asked.
She said, “The one over there. He’s now looking at you and smiling.”
“Don’t do that to us. You know I can’t see anyone sitting there.”
“He says you know him, John, that you’ve met before. He has a beard and dark,piercing eyes. He says he wants to help you in your growth and learning and that you’ve been ‘going through’ experiences instead of’growingthrough’ them.”
That’s Gideon