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The origin of this book covers my personal experiences that would alter my life. Kind of before and after scenario.
A few months after my thirtieth birthday, a busy day of sales calls, I arrived home, exhausted. Well, maybe exhausted would not be good way to describe what I felt. I felt strangely uneasy and fell at ease. Just plain uncomfortable would be the description of my mood that evening. Nothing special had happened at work. It was just strange feeling that came over me.
I wasn’t much different the next morning. I still felt out of sorts. I remember saying to myself, What the heck is going on?
I ate a quick breakfast, got in the car, and started driving to my office. Almost without thinking or paying attention to where I was going, I found myself in the parking lot of the local Catholic church nearby our house. For some strange reason, I felt it was a stop I needed to make.
Mass had just ended, so the church was empty, except for a couple of altar boys cleaning up around the altar.
Before I realized it, I was in the back pew, on my knees. Over the next several minutes, I poured out my heart to God like I had never done before. An overwhelming sense of remorse seized my emotions.
I don’t remember how long I stayed knelt there in the church. When I finally left and got back in my car, with tears welling up in my eyes, I had no idea why or what just happened. I felt totally confused. Since I had never been a particularly religious person, to say the least, the experience seemed even led conceivable and much more puzzling. But it did happen, and it left a mark on me that would last forever.
I would never be the same man who had gone into church that morning.
That day would mark the beginning of what I realize were God’s gifts pouring out into my life, at least the many I am aware of. I am sure there are many more that I am not conscious of.
I would discover sometime late that what I had experienced had been a spiritual conversion–not necessarily a common experience, but not all that rare either.
It’s true to say, When you leave the house in the morning, you never really know how you will return to it. I know I hardly expected to return seemingly transformed, both personally and spiritually.
