After last weeks blog about my admittance of being unrighteous and feeling unworthy of the responsibility of sharing love, I now feel that I can move forward with a renewed heart. This week was both exciting and nerve racking all at the same time. I was excited that the two pallets of books arrived , and also feeling anxious about "what the heck was I thinking" with the number of books I ordered. I was also very anxious about whether readers will enjoy the book and understand the message. I made a pledge a few years ago that I would promote the love that was poured out on humanity 2000 years ago. I pledged that I would do whatever it would take to see that people understood that they are incredibly precious in the sight of the Most High, our Creator. Something in my gut and/or heart said that I would lose it all. The last part seems to have come to fruition as I am literally starting my life over at 50ish. It is so exciting to see how our Creator has been opening doors. I'm astonished at the miracle of life and look forward to helping people see past all the hate and anger in the world. I was elated and excited on Saturday morning to hand deliver some books to friends and also to a local wellness and art center. These deliveries were taking place "across the lake" on the east shore from the small town that I reside. It requires that I take a 35 minute ferry ride and I usually sit in the ferry lobby for the journey across. There was something different on this day though, I had my new book in hand. As I was skimming through the bright new hardcover book, a young (younger than me) gentleman rolled up the isle in his wheelchair. "That is quite the hotrod your rolling", I said, trying to make light of his disability and of course to engage in conversation. "Yeah it gets me around", he says with a smile. I turned my book over, then continued to tell him a story about an old friend of mine that ended up in a wheelchair from a car accident, which was over 30 years ago. He responds by telling me that his life altering episode saved his life when he was just 19 years old. He recalls that he was on a road to destruction and how he had no choice but to acknowledge who the giver and taker of life is after his accident. He also mentioned that he has read a lot of inspirational literature, which gave me a great opportunity to share what I was reading. I showed him the bright white book with the encased heart of flesh on the cover. He was intrigued and asked a bit about the book. "You can have it", I blurted out. "I can see you haven't finished reading it yet", his assumption, as I originally had the book open somewhere near the last few chapters. "I wrote it", I confess. "No way, really, wow....will you sign it for me?" At this point in the conversation, everyone that was in the ferry lobby was watching this interaction unfolding. I did not have a pen, as this is a very new concept of signing books. A lady sitting at the bench two seats over had promptly offered a pen from her purse. I signed the book and continued to listen to the young man's testimony. Everyone in the lobby was fixated on his story, and I witnessed that tears were welling up in passengers eyes. His name is Glen, his testimony is one that the travelers in the lobby would not soon forget. It was an innocent accident, where he broke his neck on the bottom of a pool that he had dove in many times before. You see, the book is my tool. It is what bridges my contact with you. It was not only designed to give a different interpretation on biblical scripture, but to create common ground. In a world full of division and hate, wars and rumors of war, I'm right and you're wrong, it is so beautiful to see past our differences. I keep saying that we are all connected, and it becomes more and more obvious that this is true. We need to start looking up, not down at the latest gossip that we read on our hand held device or tablet. We might just witness a smile from a stranger or hear an amazing testimony, unscripted and full of the true spirit of the living God. By the vessel, William John
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