A man freed

I know of a man who did an unthinkable thing in this generation - he believed God and believed all that he saw God do. From the beauty of his own life to the devastation of his friends and family - he believed God. He knew that the acts of the living God were to only be found in the land of the living. His life was full of peace and was surrounded by compassion from above. However, the mistakes of his youth found him and burdened him with debt from which he saw no escape. He lifted his eyes to the living God and asked for mercy - to be released from the burden of his debt and from those pursuing him for their money. From his heart and lips, he simply said to God, "I cannot go through this forever, please help me." By that man's one request to God, who he believed, God made such a total and complete end to his burden that his distress did not rise up twice to God. He sits at peace to this day. How people close their eyes to speak to the god of their imagination, I do not understand. Their prayers and sighs are unending, as if they expect the idol to get up off the tree stump (or come out of their minds) and come to their rescue. Surely, the living God would not forbid the idol from saving them, but the idol never ever moves. How destructive it has been for humanity, for generations, to place their trust in lifeless idols and gods of the dead.