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Your Biography

"Pastor Mike! Please put our story in your next  book!" One of our teen girls came to me beaming. She is currently reading my second historical fiction biography. I told Ana that I was planning on telling the story of our new church in my fifth work. My editor and chief recently went to glory, so I will have to seek help in grammar and idioms. That stinks. However, I have published four books to date with her help, so I should be able to limp to the finish line with the fifth. My goal is to have it done by June, which is the date that I had promised my friend. 

Have you written your biography? This is a question that I have asked many of my friends and family. If you have Google Maps, your story has been recorded geographically. Just go to Google maps and then click on “My timeline.” You’ll see most of your steps. It is rather startling the first time you see it. Google has been in your cell phone along every path you’ve taken.  


We believers in Jesus Christ have it even better than a Google user. God planned out our path before we were born. He has not overlooked a single step or misstep. In a way, he has written your biography. He’s a great author. The really cool part of your story is that He planned it so that it will never end. There are no sad endings or even happy endings. Because your story is scheduled to go on indefinitely. Ten billion years from now, what will we be doing? I don't know, but I know that it will be cool, great and good. Revelation ends like this: No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever. 

(Revelation 22:3-5)


Reigning forever and ever seems so like a fairytale. But it's God’s Word. We are at the threshold of Good stuff.

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