I don’t know how the Lord works, but I’m not supposed to. Isaiah 55:8 says, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord” (KJV). So I just follow God, even to destinations I never expected.
My journey began in Palm Beach, Florida, when I left a school where I had taught for 17 years. I had grown vain, rich, and drunk before the “small still voice” struck and called me to the road at 57. He stopped me at a sermon in a small Ocala church house when, during the sermon, there was a knocking at the door. No one stirred, the pastor continued, and the knock came louder. I was too ignorant to answer.
Now we sing in my church, “He loved me e’re I knew him, and all my love is due him.” Yes, God still loves me. It’s not as dramatic as the knock, but I finally hear that small still voice.
The Lord was there in the ICU as I prayed for my granddaughter Riley while she battled for life and won. He was there while I placed a tiny sapling into the soil to become the tall red maple that stands in my backyard. And he was there when I pushed aside my previous publications of the world to serve the Lord with devotionals, Bible studies, and food drives.
One day, I sat with my granddaughter Adeline Joy—and that she is—and told her that I couldn’t wait to see her first day of school, first boyfriend, and graduation. But she said, “Grandpa, you won’t be there.” You can’t stop the joy, Addie. “Yes, I will,” I answered. “When I enter heaven, the first thing I’ll ask God is to be your guardian angel.” I pray I’m right about that one, Father God.
I join many of those who will pray for you as you seek to discern what you are called to be at this moment. May God grant you the courage to fulfill that calling. May we all open our eyes and see the misery, open our ears and hear the cries of God’s people, and, like God through the Lord Jesus Christ, be incarnate amongst them.”
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