Thank you for joining me once again in the cozy confines of my garage. Before we get into this week’s PODCAST, I wanted you to hear my heart. A heart that is overflowing with deep feelings of compassion and understanding.
It’s been a difficult week, to say the least. As I talk to you now, Atlanta is burning. The latest hotspot to erupt in the wake of the volcanic racial tensions that are seething in our country.
Covid-19 infections are spiking in several states this week, including my great state of Oregon.
People are suffering. People are scared. People feel uncertain. Insecure. Confused. Conflicted. Including many followers of Jesus.
Just this morning I received another one, a private message from someone confessing to me that they are struggling in their faith. Barely holding on.
I am hearing more and more of this the longer this societal craziness continues.
So if you’ll permit me, for this week’s podcast I want to share with you a message that I gave at a High School Camp last summer. One in which I tell my story of losing my faith, only to get it back—this through what was undeniably Divine Intervention.
Though my specific circumstances may differ from those of others who are similarly struggling in their faith—or perhaps have sadly, like me, lost their faith completely—the overarching message is equally applicable.
As I thought about it, this message serves as the perfect counterbalance to last week’s podcast. There I shared about how God directly intervened to save my life physically from a condition that could have, a perhaps should have, killed my body. For this week, how God directly intervened to save my life spiritually from a condition that killed my soul.
Mine is a story of hope that emerges from a time of despair. I offer it to you, humbly, in the hope that if you or someone you love is struggling in his or her faith, you and they might find the spiritual strength to take another step and to live another day.