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Something happened to me. It created a division in my life between the time when I did not know God and the time since I have come to know Him. Everything about me revolves around the person I have become and have been trying to be since then. |
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| The divide took place in December 1975, when I was sixteen years old. My father had suddenly passed away from a heart attack the previous February, at the age of 38. His death intensified my search for someone or something that could provide me with answers to—I realize this sounds clichéd to many—my questions about the meaning of life. That search ended in the hallway of a small church in LaGrange Highlands, Illinois, when a man named Grey Culberson asked me a question I had never heard before: “Have you accepted Christ as your personal Savior?” |
Our life is but a span: reflections on the brevity of life Neque enim quaero intelligere ut credam, sed credo ut intelligam.
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Our Life Is But a Span 