The Dangerous Truth: How William Tyndale Opened Our Eyes to the Supernatural Word
Imagine you are walking down a dark, narrow alleyway in the sixteenth century. There are no streetlights here. There are no security cameras watching from the corners. You are in Antwerp, or maybe a damp, foggy river port in London, and the only light comes from the moon reflecting off the wet cobblestones. The air smells of cold wood smoke, unwashed wool, and the brackish, heavy scent of the river. You are absolutely terrified. Your heart is hammering against your ribs because you are hiding something—something that, in the eyes of the law, is far worse than a weapon or a state secret. It’s a book. A small, simple, leather-bound book tucked into the lining of your coat. And here is the part that is so hard for us to wrap our heads around today: if the authorities find this book on you, you aren’t just getting a fine. You aren't just going to jail for a few months. No, if we are talking about the era of the 1520s and 30s, you are going to be tied to a post in the middle of the ...