Sometimes it’s not the prescriptions of religiosity that heal. Sometimes it takes something more. Richard Ellis remembers “hurting so badly I just wanted to die.” In reality, he didn’t really want to leave this place, he simply needed things to make sense. Surrounded in religion, doubtfully praying and reading the promises of a seemingly ancient book all stopped short of getting through to him. None of it made sense. He packed his bags and took off from that cliché of an existence only to find himself knocking on the door of significance. He discovered “that ancient book” held more than words and there was a God who was more than a mystical figure.
This is a story of a man who discovered that life does make sense, it is significant. What a discovery to make!