A Walk With Me
“ Were you there when He rose up from the dead? Were you there when He rose up from the dead? Oh-oh! Ohhh… Sometimes I feel like shouting 'Glory, glory, glory!' Were you there when He rose up from the dead?” It’s been a long and happy day. The business of the day is done, and I’ve come home from the office. I’m going on a walk now. Will you come with me? As I walk, all my plans and goals seem to evaporate into the pleasantness of the great outdoors. I climb a hill… I’m tired now, so I stop a minute to consider the monument I see. It’s a rough, wooden cross, stained with blood. There it stands alone; a silent witness to a battle fought and won: “The Battle for My Soul”. The longer I stand and look, the more convinced I find myself. I. Am...