A Kernel of Wheat

Forty-three years ago, I was a man with little or no hope of doing more than staying alive for one more day. After a particularly difficult period, I said, “If there is a God, get me out of this mess.” I had little or no faith that this would happen, and it took over a decade for me to realize that it takes just the amount of faith to fit on the point of a pin to do the job.