How many times have I suddenly become aware that a prayer or a hope has been fulfilled? We don’t realize what’s going on part of the time. It’s like growing a sunflower; suddenly there’s a big flower on it with seeds, and the time has come to harvest it.
I don’t know if heaven was made for me. I’d probably miss out on half of what’s going on. I’m part Zwingli (the Swiss reformer) and missed out on the Catholic Marian devotion. I didn’t know it could appeal to a man, too (Juan Diego), and so didn’t notice that other road to God. As they said in 500 A.D., “All roads lead to Rome,” paraphrased by “All roads lead to Christ.”
Civilization 