Magic

In another life I performed magic.  I was a Magician for adults and kids. It is strange, we all know every magicians act, it full of tricks. I always explained that to children, This is all a trick, if you catch me, you are good, because there is no REAL magic.

I was asked to fill in on Sunday morning at our church.  I always mixed some sleight of hand before the main program, which this time would be a chalk drawing of the old hymn, ‘The Love of God’. The picture is of a light house, a calm ocean, a huge feather quill dipping into the ocean. The picture is highlighted with invisible black light chalk.

The words across the sky,

“The Love of God”

Of course it is written in invisible chalk. Sherry controls the lights from the audience by remote control so the writing does not  come out until Sherry turns on the black light.

A magician or performer is not always lucky, but the pastor made a point against alcohol the week before I was to perform. He said ‘The only way I will drink wine is if someone turns water to wine.’ That set him up and he did not know it, because in one of my acts, I do turn water to wine. (Well it looks like it anyway.)

After being introduced the next week, I had the Sunday paper, read the headlines so everyone would know it was today’s paper. I leafed threw it and read a couple things. Then made a funnel and poured water into the paper. You have seen it many times. I then carefully unfolded the paper, the water was gone! Of course I am upset (part of the act). So I told the story of the Lord’s first miracle. I picked up the paper, folded it again and poured  a dark purplish liquid into a glass. (I can tell the pastor ain’t liking this)

I quoted his statement from the week before. Asked for a show of hands of who remembered him saying, he would drink wine only if someone turned water to wine. The whole church held up their hands.

I handed him the  glass of ‘wine’. He tasted it, What a relief when he realized it was grape Koolaid. I poured some for one of the children, then told the audience something had gone wrong, it turned out to be Kool aid, but I would work on the process.

Dr. T is a good sport, he wasn’t upset.

I started this to show a number trick.  Maybe tomorrow.

Thanks for coming by the LOG

Nite Shipslog

PS:

A smart lawyer never asks a question

unless he KNOWS the answer.

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‘46 to ‘48 convertible. I do not remember a self service service station before 1960!  (NJ and OR still do not allow self service methinks)

Me & My cousin Bobby in a for convertible, this one was a ‘46.