The Piercing Stare of the Prophet
How many times I got “saved” under the ministry of David Wilkerson is anyone’s guess. I got saved a lot as a child. I had a lot of guilt. The guilt was always temporarily relieved by saying the sinner’s prayer. I encountered David Wilkerson in person, through multiple readings of The Cross and The Switchblade , his magazine or a tract. It seems from his bursting on the scene in Brooklyn in the late 50’s, he was always part of my life. I don’t remember when I first heard of him. I remember watching him on our old black and white TV as a small child. His choir had familiar faces including those of my brother and my soon to be sister-in-law. Teen Challenge invaded our little Norwegian church. It was one of the rare times there was color in that church. These were true sinners, the first I ever encountered. I now view my adolescent rebellion through the lens of grace and understanding. Absent is the guilt that dr...