He is no fool
This January sees the 50th anniversary of the killing of Jim Elliot and four other young missionaries as they tried to reach the Auca Indians of Ecuador for Christ.
‘You’re so excited!’ Elisabeth said when Jim arrived home. ‘I’ve never seen you so excited before.’
Miracles from mayhem
The police knew me well and often picked me up and took me home, or to the cells for the night.
Sometimes, if I wasn't out of my mind with drink, they would take me quite a distance from Ferguslie Park so that I would sober up on the long walk home. I ran away often, sometimes intentionally, but mostly I went when I was blind drunk and didn't know what I was doing. In the morning I would wake up in London or Folkestone or even Ireland and not have the first clue how I got there. I hated myself when I was sober, and hated myself even worse after I'd been on another bender.