I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me. Psalm 57:2
In 1969, as a junior at Wheaton College, my confidence in my capacity to know God was shaken. I didn't doubt his existence. But I stopped believing that I knew anything of him. The questions seemed far more compelling than the answers. When at home in L.A. for Christmas break, I went to a New Years Eve "Jesus Movement" concert. Through the truth and music that night God imparted to my subjectivity a clear and distinct -- and intensely joyous -- sense of his glory, subduing my doubts. I still needed to think things through, but now I knew God was there to guide me. He fulfilled his purpose for me, and I turned back to him.