“There is someone in the living room and he desperately wants to talk to you.” I protested, “But it’s not even seven A.M. … and I don’t do counseling!” Nevertheless, I made my way into the living room and found a man whose eyes flashed with despair. I had met him a few months earlier when he purchased a series of our tapes, but this day he looked like a different man. It turned out that his whole life seemed to be falling to pieces. There were terrible problems at work, at home, and even in his church.