I had been to Palomar Mountain a few times to get a glimpse of Southern California snow or to walk through the gallery of photos at the observatory taken by the 200-inch Hale telescope. But forty years ago this week (7/30/17) I went up Palomar Mountain a drug using, long haired, disillusioned, young man and came down new, forgiven, transformed and in awe at the greatness of God and the goodness of His Son. I left my house that morning desperate for answers, fed up with the my