Note: Dr. Adams will speak at Campbell University in Buies Creek, North Carolina on Wednesday, October 20th. The speech, which is free for Republicans and $100 for Democrats, will begin at 7:30 p.m. in the Lundy Fetterman School of Business, Lynch Auditorium.
My name is Eric, and I have been following you on Townhall.com for several years. I find your work informative and entertaining, regardless of the topic. I have also read about your quest for spirituality and religion. You appear to have built a solid foundation for yourself.
This is why I am writing you today. I thought you might have some suggestions to share with someone in my position. I feel like I have completely lost my way in life, and just have a general sense of emptiness. I don't want to take up too much of your time with my story, so I'll just come out and ask my question: how do you find Jesus again, after losing him for so long?
I will appreciate any insight you can provide, especially since I don't have any of my own. On a brighter note, your evaluation of cigars is spot on (the Rocky Patel Edge is outstanding). Thank you for your time.
Thanks for writing. You may take up as much of my time as you would like. Please write any time you feel compelled to do so. I’m happy you’ve written for specific advice and I’m glad you’ve written with such honesty. It isn’t easy to admit to others that you’ve completely lost your way and have a general sense of emptiness. It isn’t even easy to admit that to yourself.
For some reason, I’ve received a number of messages like yours over the past few weeks. I interpret this as a sign that I should answer your inquiry in open letter form so that others who are similarly situated can (hopefully) benefit from our exchange. I’ll do that only if you deem it appropriate.
I think there is hope for those who feel completely lost. In fact, I know there is hope for those who feel completely lost because I’ve been there. And I believe there are at least three keys to finding oneself and ridding oneself of that feeling of complete emptiness.
Of course, at the time I did not think there was any hope. I barely remembered the incident. I had been playing in a bar with a Memphis rock band I greatly admired. I was sitting in as the second guitarist – although the band usually performed as a “power trio.” The first set went pretty well. So we stepped outside before the second set so we could burn a couple of joints in the parking lot.
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