Mary continued to pray. And one of my favorite students spent money he couldn\u2019t afford to buy me a copy of G. K. Chesterton\u2019s Orthodoxy, then challenged to me read
\nC. S. Lewis\u2019s Mere Christianity. Simul\u00c2\u00adtaneously, my car radio malfunctioned and stuck on a gospel station. I kept the radio on because I needed noise. Gradually the programs began to warm my soul.<\/p>\n
Still doubting, I received a year\u2019s leave to write a book. When I finished it early, I rewarded myself with a binge. One evening when Mary implored me not to drink around the children, I stomped out, found a bar, and drank until closing time. I left armed with a six-pack, drove up a winding mountain road, stopped at an overlook, and blacked out. The next morning I found myself on a dirt road next to the old Pioneer Cemetery in Boulder with no memory of the drive down.<\/p>\n
Despite the hangover, I realized I had experienced a miracle. In utter desperation I cried out, \u201cLord, if you are there, please help me.\u201d\u009d That same Presence I had met years earlier in Birmingham blessed me again. I knew he was in the car and that he loved me despite my wretchedness. This liberating encounter with Jesus Christ eventually brought healing.<\/p>\n