I'm sure we all have, at one time or another, wondered what our purpose in this life really was. But, how do we go about finding the answer to that question, and then after finding the answer, how do we go about fulfilling it? Ever since I can remember, I have had such feelings. Always felt special, always felt guided in all that I did, but never knew how to put it all into perspective or was able to find appropriate words to relate it to others. Somehow, life itself answered these questions for me, and now that I am able to look back at it all: the words have at last begun to flow for all to see. May God bless them as they fly to achieve their purpose. Surely, fulfillment cannot be far behind.
Circumstance has led me, kicking and screaming most of the way, to this medium, as the means of telling my story. It happens to be the best palette available at this time, but needs a little explaining, in order for you to get the full picture. You see, my story requires much more than mere words, as I also need to utilize both audio and video, in order to express my true inner feelings. To begin with, I have incorporated the use of "italicized" words, in order to show you where links are located within the text. So, if you happen to run across such a word, simply hover and click, and you will be given better insight, as you hopefully find yourself transported to a higher level of understanding. Just in case you miss a few, I will provide a "Links" page to aid you in locating them. As an additional hint: you can either listen to the music separately, or as intended, listen while you read the story (after-all, that's how it was written).
I've been thinking and waiting over eighteen years in order to gain full insight into how to begin this story. Now, I can finally start, and sitting here listening to the "Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere" album by Neil Young on You Tube only makes it more appropriate. What a privilege to be able to transpose your thoughts and feelings onto a cyber-page, click a button, and have them appear on a webpage for all the world to see. It almost takes my breath away to imagine what our forefathers would have been able to do with such a gift. Now it's our turn to take advantage of it and use it for God's glory!
I especially want you to be aware, dear brethren, who I am writing these words to in the first place and, secondly, the reason I am writing them. You see, I do not believe, as some have professed, that we should be waiting for the second coming of Christ. I believe He is waiting for us! Waiting for us to get the point: "Why He came here in the first place!" Waiting for us to get busy and complete the book of Acts, while seated at the right hand of God Almighty, waiting for His enemies to be made a footstool. However, the clock has been ticking ever since the Ascension, so when will all this come to pass? He has said Himself that no one knows the time except the Father, but we do have a few clues, and one of these clues is the crux of this entire book. It is the fact that there will come a time, called "the fulness of the Gentiles", when the last non-Jewish believer will enter the Kingdom of God. After that, the pendulum will swing back to His "chosen people", the Jews, and finally the time will come for Him to rise and claim what is rightfully His.
So, who will that "last Gentile" be? That is the question I am proposing here, and that is the person, the only person, to whom I am addressing this book. It could be you. It could even be me. Hopefully, it will not be the latter though, for by then it will be much too late for you my friend, if you have not yet accepted His gift of grace offered so long ago.
Life is a race ... a long-distance race (at least that's the way I first thought it to be). The apostle Paul likened it to running for a prize, and encouraged all to run in such a manner. However, as time passed, I soon realized that life was much more than this ... and now encourage you to come along with me on my journey of self-realization, as this initial thought eventually developed into something much bigger ... and (finally), just could not be contained: