"My interest in the Scriptures rekindled and deepened"

Who couldn't use more light, more clarity in a time of questioning? And if we are in the middle of our own search for light, it sometimes helps to hear the experiences of others who are finding "there ariseth light in the darkness," as the Psalmist describes it. This column records some experiences that may be useful to those who are looking for new answers. The accounts are anonymous in order to give authors the opportunity to talk freely about earlier lifestyles and attitudes that may have been considerably different from what they now value. Of necessity, the recounting of experiences is telescoped in its time frame, and these narratives do not attempt to tell a complete story. But they do show something of the wide range of seekers and the way in which the light of Christ, Truth, restores, redirects, and regenerates lives.

During my college days when I lived in Ghana, I had studied divinity, but the theology of my church, constantly presenting God to me as one who lived in some unknown faraway heaven and who punished or blessed His children as He thought fit, had left me out in the cold. My faith waned. I had given up reading the Bible because its stories appeared vague and incomprehensible to me. My quest for the true God was yet to be fulfilled.

One September morning, as I was waiting at a local council hall to see a government official, a stranger—a tall young man—approached me.

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