is knowing God

New England Primer Cover

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.


Credo ut intelligam
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Sinking ship

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν
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Blind Self Effort

How to Know God

End of old table
Beginning of new table

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.