Cerebral palsy - no way!
Cynicism - dead end!
OCD - no, no, no!
Cruel friends - losers!
These things were waging war for "Jim's" heart. I could see it as we met together in Encounter groups and in individual conversations over the dinner table.
And yet, he was searching. His physical ailments, seen in his hesitant gait as he walks with a cane, represented his spiritual quest as well. A slow and interrupted pace toward something that makes sense - a purpose.
"Jim" is very much an intellectual. One might call him a pessimist. He will call himself a realist. I will call him "a piece of work." He questioned me on whether free will is a divine joke. He questioned me on whether the whole world is an illusion and only the mind is real. He then asked if I wanted to play chess. I said "no." He thinks too much.
Those kind of cynical questions came to an abrupt end last night when he admitted belief in Jesus was entirely logical. He confessed his sin and walked right into the loving arms of his Savior and Lord.
Today, "Jim" believes.
And I did a jig...
"Jim" smiled.
I think God did too.
Excellent!!
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