Proof The Bible Is True

I’d once been an active man, a man who knew how to walk in the woods. Even in the dark I could find my way to the wild brook, where I’d be fishing by dawn, able to see deer come down from the mountain to drink.

 

By 1980 those woodland days were over. For more than 15 years I’d been confined to a wheelchair, a victim of crippling rheumatoid arthritis. I did my best to live a full life, and I still felt loved by God. Just the same, when November’s sporting season came ’round, I tended to be bitter.

 

One November Saturday a few old hunting buddies came over. The season wasn’t due to open for a few days, but they were on their way to Clark’s Valley just to scout for deer. They were all excited. They said they would see a deer for me.

 

“Thanks,” I said, “but I’d really like to see one myself.” My buddies couldn’t reply to that.

 

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