A True Story: Twenty Years and Plowing into Eternity

Up to this point, everything I did was for my own narcissism and all attempts to easy my hopeless, dark, hell-bent state were a failure. No matter how I tried to numb the pain and bring light into my life, I was unable. My prison chains were real, forged of a damning, deceitful, and disturbing kind of steel. These binding serrated bars and chain-links of death were unable to be lifted and left me most inescapable. I was powerless, and none of my works, even my very best ones, nor any of my uses of self-help, could rescue.


Reading Whitefield's account of December 29th, 1740, I was reminded of the reality, "For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come." (Heb. 13:14)

Times Past Can Be Times Now

There are many times past, should I have my way, I would love to go back and see, for instance: To go back and speak with Enoch, watch Moses part the sea, watch David whip a giant, be there when Elijah prayed, spend all my time with Jesus in prayer, see Saul converted and the early church born. However...