A clear, loving message

Many years ago, I was teaching Sunday School in Libya at an Air Force base where my husband was stationed. A requirement was to spend a month teaching each of the popular Protestant religions, since the Sunday School was nondenominational. My curiosity was aroused concerning all these religions, and I vowed to study the Bible and decide which was right.

As I read, I found I was most stumped by the books of Genesis and Revelation—especially the stark differences between the accounts of creation’s beginning and ending. As I reread and pondered, I asked God in prayer to let me know which religion on earth was correct—and fully trusted that the answer would be shown to me.

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