H. Doe (and yes, that is his real name) found Jesus
or rather, Jesus found him while he was working
on a farm in South Korea, a couple hours drive outside of Seoul.
He prayed for, really, the first time in his life, on a path leading
into a forest outside the farms main building. The discovery
of said savior he immediately denied, denied that anything had
happened to him that fateful night, but try as he might to go
on living the life of an atheist, that prayer (and its consequences)
followed him, slowly making him a believer. Slowly. It was several
years, in fact, before he first voluntarily attended church services
on his own. But it did happen, sure as night turns to dawn.
Of the sins he commits (and he knows he will always commit sins), the Lord
saw fit to reform him of some of his most serious ones
but they were nowhere near instantaneous processes for any of
them, with relapses aplenty into his old, bad ways of living and
behaving. The one good thing about him, he might say, is something
that never was his doing: he never lost hope. Of that, he is sure
that someone up there kept that lone candle lit through the darkest
of nights and the starkest of winds.
The author has written The Sinners Prayer Book as
a book he wished someone else had written that he himself could
have read and used. He knows of nothing like it in existence.
The hope he never lost if that comes through at all in
the words he has written, if someone who reads the book and can
feel it to some small degree, to him that would be the success
of the highest caliber.
John H. Doe currently lives and prays in the San Francisco Bay
Area. Further writings of his (religious and otherwise) may be
found at his online journal, palad1n.