Great ideas gang! So, if it's my OBE, and time is a matter of dimension, I'd like to witness Palm Sunday thru Pentecost. Afterwhich, I think I'd have to become a Monk. A golfing baseball crazy Monk.
If that got nixed, then Heaven and see my Dad, Uncle, Cousin, Godfather, and Grandparents. (and more.) We'd play golf with Babe Ruth and have ice cream and strawberry shortcake.
I once knew an older African American lady who used to babysit for my brother and I. She was deeply religious, had the gift of laying on of hands to heal sickness (Brother had bad bad fever.) and had OBE's, "I went flying around outer space," she once told my Mom. (She lived down the street from where the Jacksons (5) lived. Knew the family. She carried a .32 snub nose, knife, and brass knuckles in her purse.
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And yes, Grinch, those weapons can make one holy.