The Winchester House<\/b><\/p>\n
Sarah was rich. She had inherited twenty million dollars. Plus she had an additional income of one thousand dollars a day. That\u2019s a lot of money any day, but it was immense in the late 1800s.<\/p>\n
Sarah was well known. She was the belle of New Haven, Connecticut. No social event was complete without her presence. No one hosted a party without inviting her.<\/p>\n
Sarah was powerful. Her name and money would open almost any door in America. Colleges wanted her donations. Politicians clamored for her support. Organizations sought her endorsement.<\/p>\n
Sarah was rich. Well known. Powerful. And miserable.<\/p>\n
Her only daughter had died at five weeks of age. Then her husband had passed away. She was left alone with her name, her money, her memories,\u2026and her guilt. It was her guilt that caused her to move west. A passion for penance drove her to San Jose, California. Her yesterdays imprisoned her todays, and she yearned for freedom.<\/p>\n
She bought an eight-room farmhouse plus one hundred sixty adjoining acres. She hired sixteen carpenters and put them to work. For the next thirty-eight years, craftsmen labored every day, twenty-four hours a day, to build a mansion.<\/p>\n
Observers were intrigued by the project. Sarah\u2019s instructions were more than eccentric\u2026they were eerie. The design had a macabre touch. Each window was to have thirteen panes, each wall thirteen panels, each closet thirteen hooks, and each chandelier thirteen globes.<\/p>\n
The floor plan was ghoulish. Corridors snaked randomly, some leading nowhere. One door opened to a blank wall, another to a fifty-foot drop. One set of stairs led to a ceiling that had no door. Trap doors. Secret passageways. Tunnels. This was no retirement home for Sarah\u2019s future; it was a castle for her past.<\/p>\n
The making of this mysterious mansion only ended when Sarah died. The completed estate sprawled over six acres and had six kitchens, thirteen bathrooms, forty stairways, forty-seven fireplaces, fifty-two skylights, four hundred sixty-seven doors, ten thousand windows, one hundred sixty rooms, and a bell tower.<\/p>\n
Why did Sarah want such a castle? Didn\u2019t she live alone? \u201cWell, sort of,\u201d those acquainted with her story might answer. \u201cThere were the visitors\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
And the visitors came each night.<\/p>\n
Legend has it that every evening at midnight, a servant would pass through the secret labyrinth that led to the bell tower. He would ring the bell\u2026to summon the spirits. Sarah would then enter the \u201cblue room,\u201d a room reserved for her and her nocturnal guests. Together they would linger until 2:00 a.m., when the bell would be rung again. Sarah would return to her quarters; the ghosts would return to their graves.<\/p>\n
Who comprised this legion of phantoms?<\/p>\n
Indians and soldiers killed on the U.S. frontier. They had all been killed by bullets from the most popular rifle in America\u2014the Winchester. What had brought millions of dollars to Sarah Winchester had brought death to them.<\/p>\n
So she spent her remaining years in a castle of regret, providing a home for the dead.<\/p>\n
You can see this poltergeist place in San Jose, if you wish. You can tour its halls and see its remains.<\/p>\n
But to see what unresolved guilt can do to a human being, you don\u2019t have to go to the Winchester mansion. Lives imprisoned by yesterday\u2019s guilt are in your own city. Hearts haunted by failure are in your own neighborhood. People plagued by pitfalls are just down the street .. or just down the hall.<\/p>\n
There is, wrote Paul, a \u201cworldly sorrow\u201d that \u201cbrings death.\u201d A guilt that kills. A sorrow that\u2019s fatal. A venomous regret that\u2019s deadly.<\/p>\n
How many Sarah Winchesters do you know? How far do you have to go to find a soul haunted by ghosts of the past? Maybe not very far.<\/p>\n
Maybe Sarah\u2019s story is your story.<\/p>\n
In the Eye of the Storm by Max Lucado, Word Publishing, 1991, pp. 193-195<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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