I heard about God in church, but I met him on a mountain.
I was eleven years old.
I was alone on a windy mountain ridge staring at the majesty of this rugged peak.
I suddenly became aware that I wasn’t alone on that mountain ridge. Something–rather, Someone–had joined me. It was like I had stumbled onto that Someone’s private property, and yet he didn’t care.
We sat together for a while, staring at his handiwork.
That was over forty years ago, and yet my mountain meeting with God still affects me today.
I have dedicated my life to helping people see the majesty of that God.
I want them to know how loved they are.
I want them to know the reality of God’s Son, Jesus.
Everything on this site, from blogs to books, is dedicated to helping people know, love and serve Jesus.
I pray it encourages you.