Encounters
There are moments when the veil gets thin — when you know, without question, that something beyond yourself reached in and rearranged the furniture. These are those stories.
In that quiet bedroom, as my friend prayed, an event occurred that nearly fifty years of human language still cannot fully capture. I didn't join a religious club. I experienced a living, breathing Presence.
As I passed the courtyard where my old crowd was hanging out, one of the guys called out: 'So, are you a Jesus freak now?' I didn't flinch. I looked him dead in the eye and said, 'Yeah.' And I never went back.
The atmosphere inside the car suddenly shifted into something thick and malicious. She lunged for my throat. In that split second of panic, a phrase dropped into my mind from completely outside my own intellect.
For three or four years, we completely bypassed the steeples and met in living rooms — crowded onto couches and floors, someone with an acoustic guitar, spending hours singing directly to Jesus. No elevated platform. Just honest questions.
I was in church with my eyes closed when the back wall vanished. Three majestic horses and their riders charged toward me. A piercing voice asked a single question that changed everything.