Proof The Bible Is True

Many weekends I get up before dawn and head to my favorite fishing hole, a wooded lake near my home in North Carolina. It’s not just catching fish I like. It’s the quiet. The time to think.

The lake reminds me of the Oil Mill Pond in Danbury, Connecticut, where I used to fish and skate when I was a kid. I’ve often puzzled over something that happened to me there one winter when I was eight. I understood it then, or thought I did. But over the years I began to wonder if my explanation was nothing more than a kid’s imagination.

It involved an angel, after all, which isn’t an everyday occurrence. And, truth be told, I haven’t seen an angel since.

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