Arthur

In retrospect, Art has been able to look over his life from a more mature perspective. He’d always thought of himself as being alone, even though there was family and people around him.

In that vein, what was seen as self counselling during his lower, darker days was never really him. The words and ideas emanated to console belonged to someone much more gracious, more understanding and very much wiser than he. It was as though Art was gaining, drawing from someone outside of himself.

He now credits that “someone” as being his creator, drawing into communion with Him. He remembered, while growing up in his elementary and into his high school days, reciting the Lord’s Prayer before sleeping. This unprompted practice was born out of an unarticulated sense of need to safeguard his soul. Based out of fear of a possible hell, perhaps even from an ignorant superstition of a disciplinarian, powerful GOD of the catholic creed. 

Through all the “near misses” in life, he finally found himself kneeling in truth, at the feet of Jesus Christ, realizing it was God all along. He was always with Art, rescuing, fighting to restore their relationship