At least most of us do. Yet there are a rare few who find they cannot resume. The discovery of grace for them is like finding a knothole in the high gates of heaven. They cannot tear themselves away from peering into it. The light intoxicates their being. They wonder why, if this thing called grace is so magnificent—and if it is a standard option of every moment—why is it so rare and isolated? And urgently, pleadingly, the grace visionaries begin calling others to the knothole. Such a man was the