From the Dec. 23, 1997 issue:
It’s a Wednesday noon in Lake Oswego, and I’m sitting across the table from the reincarnation of the Apostle Paul. Between bites of a cheeseburger slathered with French’s mustard, St. Paul—who currently inhabits the body of a local businessman—tells me about how he walked down the dusty roads of Bethany with Jesus 2,000 years ago.
The waiters at Stanford’s restaurant call him Nick as they refill his lemonade. I’m not sure what to call 61-year-old millionaire Nick Bunick as he explains to me that he’s regularly visited by 7-foot-tall angels.
Bunick’s story may seem hard to swallow, but many Americans are eating it up with the same hearty appetite Bunick shows for his cheeseburger. Letters pour into his office and Web site from adoring fans every day. Two weeks ago Bunick was profiled on the TV magazine show American Journal and flew to Los Angeles (by plane) to speak to a convention of…