The Truth is Timeless

In 1999, I was a young single mom finishing the last semester toward my Associate’s degree, managing long days of work, parenting, and evening classes at the community college. To add to the challenge, this life looked nothing like my original plans. I was a believer, but much of my faith was shaped by my need for God as protector and provider. It was a faith of survival and staying in the lines. It wasn’t a joyful faith.   

During that final semester, my graphic design professor gifted me a copy of Francis Schaeffer’s book, The God Who is There. He was a kind man who rode to our central Florida campus on a motorcycle, wearing a helmet with the Apple logo on the back (which would be cool, but wasn’t yet). He told jokes during class and shared stories about his wife and their dogs. I knew nothing about his past, but his comfort with my somewhat cynical, jaded self gave me the impression he’d encountered his own adversities in his 40+ years of living. In spite of this, he had an effortless enthusiasm, so when I received the book and read what he’d written on the inside cover — a note that said Schaeffer had tremendously impacted his faith and that he thought I’d enjoy the book — I believed him.

But my life was full…

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