I had indeed three days earlier been thought to be dying. But grandly, on the third day my great Saviour rose from the dead! And, in one sense, so too did I.
Yearslater,whenateenagerandavery poorstudent,myDad oncetoldme allIwouldever achieve in life would be to become a latrine attendant in public toilets. By the grace of God — I did not. Instead, I’ve had to settle for becoming a perhaps less useful Professor of Theology.
Decades after my huge accident when a small child, my Dad — when converted from Atheism — told me that two things finally won him for Christ. What were those things?
