This past week after nine months of print preparation, my life story was published and some copies shipped to our door from Chicago, Illinois.
I feel like the biggest literary “baby” of my life has been born–and I’m deeply grateful.
I never thought I’d ever write a book, let alone an autobiography. But two simple decisions at age 19 made it all possible. The result is One Small Life: Revival Adventures from My Fifty-Year Journal.
Here’s the inside story and how you can get a copy.
June used to be known as the “wedding” month when a man and woman came together in holy matrimony, usually in a church, to demonstrate the God-given origin and covenant of marriage.
Our wedding, though not in June, took place on October 10, 1976, before 300 people at Harper Church. The wedding announcement stated: “We believe that the wonderful God of the universe has called us to serve him together in the beauty of holiness.”
Today the month of June has become “Pride Month” with numerous parades and celebrations around the nation. Some members of the current administration want it to become “Pride Summer.”
Pride is usually a sin.
The infamous meeting of global elites in Davos, Switzerland, just concluded. It’s easy to take lightly the WEF gathering of the rich, famous, and powerful due to their hypocritical use of private jets (over 1000 lined up on the tarmac) while promoting climate change hysteria.
But we mustn’t ignore their lust for power via globalism or one world government.
There were some other signs of lust in Davos–a huge uptick in “escort girls.”
Which brings me to the lie of a Strange Woman.