As Sands Through the Hour Glass . . . (part 1)

In January of 1991 a thin, bushy headed fellow who worked in the University of Tennessee bookstore was invited by two co-workers to a movie night in their apartment in Andy Holt Apts. This fellow, named Matt, jumped at the opportunity. He was a freshman at U.T. and had endured a difficult first semester. He was looking for friendship and just plain old something to do. Well his plan was to occupy an evening and make some acquaintances, but God had a different plan (or at least a much more developed one) in mind.

To be continued . . .