Meeting God

I don’t know about you, but I spent a great deal of my life afraid of God. I just knew I was as guilty as Eve and that God was, indeed, out to get me. In my mind I had him riding on the clouds with a magnificent white scorecard saying I just didn’t add up to heaven material. I was a major screw-up – I knew it, he knew it. Game over. I was doomed.

Then something miraculous happened. I had gotten myself into such a predicament that I hit as low a bottom as possible. All the tea in China couldn’t bail me out of this impossible situation. I found myself in my backyard sitting in a mound of mud cry...