My existence felt like divided post World War two Berlin separated by an enormous barbed wire lined Wall. One side characterized by the drab gray life of work and cultural navigation and the other side filled with spiritual hope and promise. When life got hard I would sneak across the wall under the cover of night only to return undetected before the Son rose. I dared not climb over the wall during daylight for fear of being gunned down by the soldiers of scientific secularity. Interestingly, as I carefully inspected the wall I was surprised to discover that it was only the secular side that needed armed guards. It appeared that those who chose to live in the spiritual realm had no fear of its inhabitants defecting. Deep down I knew my secular side was collapsing and so I got down on my knees and prayed.  I then heard a still small voice say, “Erik, Tear down this wall.” The destruction of this wall, however, was not accomplished with my cheap man-made demolition tools but rather with the incessant pounding of a Carpenter’s hammer.