A New Song For Claudia
It was the dream of a life time. I was 21, studying opera in Italy. I had taken a break from my routine to visit a charming chalet high in the Swiss Alps. Sitting at the breakfast table with my host, Francis Schaeffer, I gazed at the snow covered peaks in silence. His question startled me and caught me off guard. "Claudia, did you know God when you were a child?"
"I had a thinking rock," I said, "where I thought about God. I worried there, too--about my dad who was a major stationed in India during WWII."
"When did you become a Christian?"
"Well . . . uh, I guess I've always been a Christian. My father told me all about God and I believed him. But poor Daddy was out of control with alcohol and drugs."
Schaeffer listened as I summarized my life story. "I was addicted to drugs and alcohol, too," I said. The coversation reminded me of a California Christmas three years earlier.
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