To Whom it may Concern,
I have for some time wanted to thank you for being an instrument in God's hands for my salvation.
Thirty years ago I had graduated from Calvin College and was living in Toronto. The tidy structure of school was gone, and I was fearful and bewildered.
Some years earlier, a friend had introduced me to a devotional -- all excerpts from works of Martyn Lloyd-Jones. Delighting in Lloyd-Jones' understanding of depression, I later purchased Spiritual Depression at a used book store, . A summer free of commitments yawned before me, and when I drove past your store, I decided to stop in. There I saw volumes of sermons on Ephesians by Lloyd-Jones. Reading them and taking notes on the sermons seemed a good way to pass some of the summer.
Though I grew up in the Christian Reformed Church, I had a woefully inadequate view of my sin before a holy God. Sin was robbing banks, stealing someone's spouse, and stabbing people in back alleys. Surely it was not a word to describe me through and through.
But God had been gently and surely convicting me of my love for recognition (glory-stealing) and a lack of love for others. As I read Lloyd-Jones on Ephesians two, I came to the sentence about not being able to be found unless we are lost. God showed me his glory and I knew myself to be a sinner before a glorious and mighty GOD. (I weep as I write).
I had hoped to be a writer, but then and there I gave my writing and my future to the Lord. I told him that I wanted to live for his glory. I told him that if my writing was not for his glory, I wanted none of it.
Some years later I married and God gave us eight living children. God has given me a small place to be faithful in, a perfect place. I am glad to be his daughter and to have him as my Father.
And I am grateful for the day he led me to to buy Lloyd-Jones at your store. May God continue to bless your business for his glory.
For the King,