Life is stranger than fiction. My miracle is proof of that. Things, people, or life altering events occur and we miss the significance until years later. Only then do we finally see the hand of God.

I was nineteen and needed to save money for YWAM, so I found a factory job for the summer. I made friends with a young married couple that really loved the Lord. On several occasions, we met for lunch and prayer in the back of my van.

He was a delightful character with a strong “absent-minded-professor” quality. He’d expound on the latest concept in science or other such worthy topic. As he spoke, his wife would watch him with such love. It really moved me, because I came from a dysfunctional family and I’d never seen such love and devotion.

He wanted to be a writer and to make movies. I mentioned that I planned to write a book too, but it sounded shrill. He gave me a kind of “sure kid” nod, and I felt like a dope. At the end of the summer, we had a special time of prayer and the Holy Spirit came on me to prophesy over him.

“Thus says the Lord; Arise shine, the glory of the Lord is upon you. You shall be the first to be successful at writing Christian books and you shall make movies...”

It was the seventies and almost nobody read Christian fiction, let alone made movies. I’d really stuck my neck out this time. They went off to college and I went to Germany to attend a School of Evangelism in YWAM.
I was sure I’d never see Frank and Barb Peretti again, but I did. It was seven years later and it was the darkest trial of my life.


More tomorrow, almost finished.