I think this post got lost in the shuffle and does in fact speak to God’s role in recovery…
Before my reading last Tuesday, a woman from Michigan approached me with a copy of Journey to Aztlan in her hand. She asked if I could sign her book, which I did. When I handed the book back to her, she looked at me, dead in the eyes, and her pupils were as pinned as could be. A smile tried to crack her cheeks, but didn’t fully succeed. I wondered if she was trying to ask me something, because she stood in front of me wearing a half-open, half-smiling mouth, but with laser-focused eyes. “Is there something else you wanted to ask me?” I asked her.
She let loose a deep breath and said, “Yes, there is, if its ‘s ok?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Did God play a role in your overcoming Depression?”
Upon hearing her, I understood her hesitation. It’s a common rule to not speak of religion or…
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