It was 1988.  Manila, Philippines.  A room.  Pitch black.  Like a man floating in dark, empty space.  There was nothing, no one, no God.  Just me.

It happened to me again summer last year, 1999, in Los Banos, California.  Pitch black room.  Nothing.  No one.  No God.  Just me, floating in dark, empty space.

I talked to God whom I really felt didn’t exist, “God, I don’t feel that you exist.  But the Bible says that you do exist.”

Into His hands, I entrusted my whole being.

Rested my mind.

Slept.

 Because I know that my redeemer lives,
and in the end He will stand on the earth.
And after my skin has decayed,
yet in my flesh I will see God.
I will see Him myself.
Yes, my eyes will see Him,
and not as a stranger.
My heart yearns within me.
(Job 19:25–27)

Against all hope, Abraham kept hoping and believed… (Romans 4:18a)

Because we live by faith and not by sight. (2 Corinthians 5:7)

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