WELCOME February 14, 2000 Issue

To Our Readers

William E. Moody

The Woods Behind our house are part of a wildlife conservation area. One day last winter, I snowshoed back through the trees to a spot that is a strangely beautiful place, set apart and protected. The huge pine trees in this grove seem to trace the sky like giant evergreen paintbrushes. The ground here is carpeted with a thick layer of pine needles. There is little undergrowth; and with the eight inches of fresh snow on top, I can actually feel the quiet on this windless day.

When you enter the grove, it's almost as though you've passed into a grand cathedral, with the vaulted blue sky as the ceiling, the towering pines as the beams a master builder has carefully positioned to hold it all together, and some long-ago fallen timber as pews for the visiting acolyte. It truly is a sanctuary from the press and pull of the modern world just beyond the forest.

After picking up this week's Sentinel and seeing the subject of our Cover Story, you might wonder what this peaceful woodland sanctuary could possibly have to do with men talking about resisting sensuality. It seems to me that a sanctuary is exactly what is needed—one that is always available to us no matter where we are, providing steadfast protection from the pull of sin. Read how these men found such safety and real strength in God to resist temptation, how they found "true satisfaction" in their "oneness with divine Love," how they honored God and not sensual desires. It's an important lesson.

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