IN 1972 BC (before children),
my wife and I were involved in a serious
auto accident. One of our friends was
killed and other friends were injured.
We were hit from the rear by a drunk
driver who was being pursued by the
highway patrol. Estimates were that he
was driving in excess of 100 mph.
experience caused me to realize just how
precious and fragile life is. I remember
one night asking God for some answers.
That night, in a dream, I saw a vision
of Jesus. He stood without speaking but
I knew who he was. He had an incredible
look of peaceful understanding on his
face. I was so excited I could hardly
contain myself. I tried to speak but
could not. Then, as if knowing my
thoughts, he simply turned and pointed.
This gesture told me without a doubt
that my answers were within my grasp.
All I had to do was to seek the truth
and he would lead me. I woke up, soaked
with perspiration. I hadn’t cried over
anything in years but the emotion of
this experience overwhelmed me.
passed without any visible confirmation
of my dream. Then, on Christmas Eve, I
went to the local mall to do my
shopping. I went into a bookstore,
although I had no intention of
purchasing a book as a gift. There on a
table, in the middle of the store, was a
large blue book without a cover on it.
It was one of about fifty books on the
table. I picked it up, opened it, and
read only one sentence. To this day, I
don’t remember which sentence it was,
only that it was so profound that I knew
I had been led to a source which had the
answers to many of my questions. I
looked at the price of the book. It was
$20. My practical side took over. At
that point in my life, $20 was too much
to spend on something I really didn’t
know anything about. I left the store
shopping and returned to my truck parked
out on the fringe of the lot. But
something would not let me leave. I
returned to the store and bought the
book with an already overloaded credit
card. All the way home I tried to think
of how I would explain this purchase to
my wife. Finally, it came to me: I’d
give it to her for Christmas!
morning, after opening it, she looked at
me as if I were a little crazy but
accepted the book graciously. That
evening, I confiscated the book and
began to devour it. The rest is history.
The Spirit of Truth did its job