The familiar voice spoke to me one fall Sunday morning, while I, a college student, sat in a wooden ladder tree stand, holding a recure bow in hand, hoping for a big whitetail buck to pass by. As I admired squirrels collecting acorns, I was asked, “Tod, do you love Me?” Knowing it was my Lord Jesus, who had died on a cross for my sins and who had been raised from the dead, I answered, “Ye...
