My Story

The Question

Strange Association With Archie Doorman

By James Donahue

There is a story among the ancients that we all come to Earth on a planned mission and that we choose our own names. The names are perhaps the only key to our real identity. They are carefully designed to remind us just what our mission is as we stumble our way through this dark passage in a place that we are not allowed to enter with any conscious memory of who we are or why we came.

The man that helped tear us away from Christianity and steer us on a new spiritual path had a very simple name that made his identity clear. The name was Archie Dorman. Looking back at that moment in our past, I realize that he was, indeed, a doorman standing at the arch. His job was to open the door and invite us in.

When we first met Archie, I was deeply involved in the Snover Bible Church in the rural area of Michigan. I was the elected treasurer and a member of our church board. I was often called upon to lead the congregation in song and prayer when we had a guest speaker. I taught an adult Bible class every Wednesday night. Archie was one of my students.

There was something odd about Archie and his wife coming to our little country church because they were members of another church located right across the road from where they lived, nearly 25 miles away. But they seemed to like to drive to Snover where I was teaching. I think he came just to be in my class.

I had been studying Bible for years, and did some teaching, but I considered myself a novice. I taught the class, however, like I tackle most of the other things I agree to do in life, with zeal. I studied my topic, read not only the Bible verses chosen for the lesson, but devoted time pouring through every other book on the topic that I could find. I had an extensive personal library on both the Old and New Testament Books. I went so far as to study verses in the original Hebrew and sometimes Greek and Latin text to make sure the interpretations were correct.

The Dormans seemed to like my class. They took a personal interest in both Doris and me. During the brief time that we knew them, we learned to like them in return.

Archie kept asking a question I could never answer. In fact, at the time, it seemed to be a question that had no answer. Even the minister of our church didn't believe there was an answer because to him, there was no difference. The question: "What is the difference between the Holy Ghost and the Holy Spirit?"

I have since learned that there is a very big difference between these two entities. But to understand the difference, a person must be steeped in occult knowledge. The understanding comes from being a learned student of secret societies that hold keys to the universe. I can't help but think that there was much more to Archie Dorman than the simple little prayer warrior and retired dry cleaner business operator he presented himself to be.

Archie was dying when he asked the question that changed our lives forever. He came to the hospital one evening where Doris was working. They were alone in the emergency room for a few moments and she was carefully drawing blood from his arm.

"Tell me," he asked her. "When you pray, have you ever asked who you are praying to?"

"No, I never have," she answered.

"The next time you pray, would you ask the question?" Archie asked. "Then tell me what you find out."

Doris came home that night and related the strange request to me. We thought it was a very odd thing to ask while in prayer, but we found ourselves unable to resist the temptation. We both prayed the prayer, and asked to whom we prayed.

Archie Dorman died a few days later so we never had a chance to tell him what we learned. Our lives were suddenly changed. It was as if we were awakened from a dark, twisted dream-like existence. But we had so much more to learn. It was at least a year or more before we really understood the full power of that question.

We were praying to ourselves.