he is dead and in need of life. As I thought back to Stan, if there was anything that described the transformation I saw in him, this was it. He didn’t need more sincerity; he had always been sincere. He didn’t need more willpower; he had tried to change with as much determination as I have seen in any man. He didn’t need to feel more convicted about his sins; Stan hated himself for what he had become through alcohol. What Stan had been lacking, what God had given him the night Sue called me to come