The encouragement from many to write a book has been for over fifteen years (now nineteen). The journey described in this book began over twenty years ago. The final catalyst to write it came from a trip to Austria in October of 2018 after being asked to come teach for four days in Vienna and in a surrounding town that housed Arab refugees from the war in Syria. The Lord instantly gave me messages to be shared with the four distinct groups of people I had  been asked to speak to. He cancelled one of those messages on the train as I was about to deliver it (which I will relay in this epilogue). They were precise messages for each group of believers. I had never experienced this type of certainty when preparing a message.

       As I began to write I looked over my starts and stops for this book; what a revelation and a confirmation. All of these bits and pieces revealed God’s grace; as they are in the book we are all writing. This book contains the words of my chapters. Yours will contain words for your chapters with differing revelations of the same truth, yet poles apart in experiences. Along the way I hope you will recognize in my missteps, detours and course corrections the sanctification of a man. This recounting has caused me to see my journey more clearly. It has confirmed for
me where I am in this walk of faith.

       I am still that ‘preachy hippy’ who arrived in Hungary greeted by a snowstorm almost having this faith journey shortened in the dash along the highways muttering “to live is Christ, to die is gain.” I was sure then and I am sure now of my calling, of my teaching and my preaching. I am still a work in progress whose message has not changed. The molding of the clay is just as necessary now as it was when I first received. I am still working on that “all things to all men” thing.