Proof The Bible Is True

Call Danny. I was cleaning my kitchen one Saturday morning, and the impulse just came over me. It was strange. My younger brother, Danny, and I weren’t close. We didn’t talk much. Plus, it was 11 a.m. He was probably already halfway drunk. Pointless trying to talk to him.

 

It was hard to remember a time when Danny hadn’t been an alcoholic. He’d tried everything to quit. Gone to countless AA meetings. Tried quitting cold turkey. Even tried “controlled drinking”—only one or two drinks a night. Every attempt failed. Married and with two teenage kids, he was still drinking. I’d pretty much given up hope. After all, most of our family battled alcoholism. Maybe being an alcoholic was a biological destiny that Danny couldn’t escape.

 

I continued with housework, trying to distract myself, but the feeling only grew stronger. Call Danny. The thought forced its way into my head. I considered inviting him to church but quickly dismissed the idea. I’d invited him many times before. He’d always refused. And yet…

 

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