The truths of the Bible were magic, like messages from heaven, like codes, enchanting codes that offered power over life, a sort of power that turned sorrow into joy, hardship to challenge, and trial into opportunity. Nothing in my life was mundane. After I became a Christian, every aspect of human interaction had a fascinating appeal, and the intricate complexity of the natural landscape was remarkable in its perfection: the colors in the sky melding with the horizon, those south Texas sunsets burning distant clouds like flares, like fireworks, like angel wings starting flight.
God was no longer a slot machine but something of a Spirit that had the power to move men's souls. I seemed to have been provided the answers to questions I had yet to ask, questions that God sensed or had even instilled in the lower reaches of my soul. The experience of becoming a Christian was delightful.
(Miller, pp. 59-60)
God, give me your artistic mind and breathtakingly powerful love to help me encourage others to crawl back into your arms again.