I am reading the autobiography of Ignatius of Loyola and the poor bugger got a canon ball shot through his leg! Now, that has to sting just a little. But getting the canon ball through his leg did lead to his conversion. A canon ball. I hope I am never to point in my life that God has to send a sign that big for me. I hope I can pick up on the smaller ones like puppy breath or hearing a child's laughter.
A canon ball!
I am only 60 pages into the book and the helicopter chase scene just finished so I'll keep you updated if Ignatius gets shot at anymore. The guy must have been in really good shape cause I know he was into "exercise".
Just another thrilling Saturday night!
