Signs in the Sky and Trouble on the Ground

People are freaking out about this eclipse and the possibility that it could trigger the end times. Ladies and gentleman, we are ALREADY in the last days. And this eclipse has no discernible Bible Prophecy significance. Meanwhile, our country is being ripped apart by mindless anarchists hell-bent on burning our country to the ground. Don’t be fooled. Theirs is not a righteous agenda. Both the “white supremacists” (itself an oxymoron, since God made us one human race and we are all equal. Of course, if you’re an evolutionist, then there certainly can be superior races), anyway, the KKK and all its minions, along with anarchists masquerading as racial justice warriors are both using (and abusing) their free speech rights to demean and destroy the United States.

The real question you must ask yourself is “What is happening to America?” Why is all this happening , and why now? What does it mean for our future? Does the Bible say anything about our current condition? Does God’s Word mention or allude to America in End Times Prophecy? You may be surprised at what you discover.

And finally, is God’s wrath coming on our country, or are we already under His wrath and sentence of judgment? What do we know for sure. And most importantly, what can we do about it, if anything.

My new book, THE END OF AMERICA?Bible Prophecy and a Country in Crisis, answers all those questions, plus many more. It’s a reality check for American Christians, a raw, no-holes-barred look at some tough truths. But in a time of crisis, someone has to sound the alarm. Yes, there’s hope, but not unless believers wake up and take action!

Get your copy today, and buy one for a friend. Beloved, it’s time for Christians to LOOK UP, not at an eclipse, but to look for another soon appearing sign – the Return of Jesus Christ for His Bride!

“Looking for the blessed hope and the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Christ Jesus,” – Titus 2:13

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Meeting God in a Witch Shop

How a Visit to a Pagan Bookstore Led me to a Decision

Meeting God in a Witch Shop

For 16 years, our family lived in a historic district of Little Rock. In that neighborhood, not far from our home was a store called The Broom Closet. At first, I thought it was a cleaning supply company. Later I discovered it was a straight up Witch Shop. A full-on business dedicated to the promotion of Wicca and pagan religions. Right. With my curiosity aroused, I wanted to know more, so naturally I went and checked it out. Inside, I found herbs, potions, amulets, jewelry, candles, books and paraphernalia related to Wicca and paganism. There was even a section for those who desired to know more about these ancient practices. From a rack filled with pamphlets, I picked one up and started reading. In one booklet I read these words,

“Unlike many traditional religions who worship once a week in a church building, pagans worship everyday, enjoying a continual intimacy with the god(s) within them”.

After reading that pamphlet, my jaw dropped, but instead of secretly desiring to start a fire with this demonic literature, or feeling self-righteous because I knew the truth, I instead felt sharply rebuked. I was angry that this inner intimacy meant for a relationship with Jesus had been hijacked by fallen spirits. But I also felt ashamed that Christians and Christendom has portrayed  our God as Someone we visit once a week, like paying respects to a dying great-aunt. I was embarrassed that we were perceived by many as people who compartmentalize our faith. We may carry a moral code with us the other six days of the week, but the Master Himself is still viewed as up there in Heaven. Rather than tapping into self-energy or vibrations from nature or Celtic gods and goddesses, Jesus’ kingdom is the presence of the one true God. In other words, there’s a big difference between the “god-within” and the “God within.”

    Standing in that Wicca shop, I made a spiritual decision to work towards changing that perception, to make a difference in people’s thinking about Christians and the church. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not launching a campaign against construction of church buildings or using money to buy stuff for ministry. But my hope is that when your city thinks about your church, what comes to mind are faces and loving actions, not merely a piece of real estate.

In that way, we can influence our world’s perspective of God’s kingdom, erasing the empire-building mentality that has eaten the American church alive.*

*Taken from Uncovering the Mysteries of God, by Jeff Kinley


Postscript – I visited this shop a few more times, and after talking to the owner, discovered it was actually a “mission” venture of a greater pagan (satanic) organization that had been established there by a local “bishop” to help spread the word about their demonic faith (think “church planting venture.”) After a few years, it went out of business.

10 Reasons Why Many Christians Rarely Experience True Worship

    Ever wondered why your faith doesn’t mean more to you than it does? Why so many professing believers’ lives seem no different than anyone else’s? Why a small group of elite Christians appear to really be “on fire” for Jesus? I mean, if God is so great, why aren’t of His own people more passionate about Him?

Good questions.

I know a lot of people who think of themselves as “Christian”. So do you. But other than a few moral standards and the fact that they occasionally attend a church, there’s not a huge contrast between them and their non-christian counterparts. Deep down inside, their hearts are just as empty, their families just as dysfunctional, their lives equally without direction and meaning.

So why are these modern-day disciples so mediocre? Why so bland? So uninteresting?

So B-O-R-I-N-G?

I suspect many factors contribute to this phenomenon, but here’s Ten Reasons you can let marinate in your mind:

1. While most Christians struggle with the challenges of life, many live defeated lives, never achieving the “more than conquerers” victory that Scripture claims is the normal experience of those who have been redeemed.

2. Many professing Christians simply stop growing after an initial burst of interest and enthusiasm. Bibles gather dust and heart-fires start burning point. As a result, the process of sanctification (becoming like Jesus) is often short-circuited, fueled by sin, Satan or self. These people end up as spiritual children living in adult bodies. Churches are FULL of these folks.

3. Many have never taken the time to really understand salvation – studying what actually took place at the cross, contemplating their dark, sinful condition and future outside of Christ, and learning to regularly bath in the infinitely deep ocean of God’s grace and love. Understanding how and why God saved you is the key to contentment and joy in life.

4. Most Christians have little clue about how great their Lord is. I mean, how could they? They rarely, if ever, crack open the only Book God wrote to reveal Himself to them. Ignorance of the mind-blowing truths in Scripture concerning who God is and how amazing His attributes are is a guaranteed one-way ticket to Bland Land. Bank on this: true theology and doctrine is never, ever boring. Rather, it infuses our hearts with awe and wonder, inspiring pure, explosive heart-worship.

5. Face it. We like comfort and often choose the path of least resistance when it comes to our faith. Living for Jesus is hard, and few American believers  have the lungs for the long, uphill race. So we rest comfortably by wayside, occasionally admiring those “Super Christians” who run by on their way to maturity.

6. We refuse to exercise faith in the daily challenges of life, and almost never branch out and trust God for something truly supernatural, especially if it could cost us a bundle. We treat sacrifice and suffering like tax season – with a sense of dread and avoidance. Fear rules many of our life decisions, not faith. Safety and security becomes our style, influencing everything from friends to finances. And that makes Heaven yawn…and grieve. 

7. We love the idea that God is loving and compassionate, but fail to grow past those sentimental attributes. Godly discernment, on the other hand, may lead us to actions that others may interpret as unloving. So we continue enabling people in their immaturity and sin – and do it all in the name of love. But in reality, hidden behind this “love” is simply a weak and impotent heart. Boring.

8. We ignore the direct application of God’s Infinitely-Wise Word where it really matters – on the job, at home, in our marriage and in our parenting. And we wonder why we’re so screwed up. We trust in ourselves because having faith seems to complicated and intangible. We settle for “what works” – expediency, pragmatism and peace. And when we do look for advice and counsel, it’s usually from sone just as messed up as we are. Logical?

9. The average American Christian checks into church 2x a month, way too little for it to ever have any real, life-changing impact on their lives. Like working out 2x a month, there is never any real progress or growth. Truthfully, there’s always a “good reason” to prioritize something else over gathering with your spiritual family – sleep, work, friends, fun, movies, sports on TV, etc.

10. Honestly, we want a God who entertains and serves us. We prefer that He act like we want Him to and at the time of our choosing. And when He fails to deliver or meet our expectations, we lose interest and become bored with His “ways”.

But what if…WHAT IF…you could reverse the above trends in the only life that really matters – YOURS?

Lukewarm Christians don’t mean that God Himself is boring. But it sure does scream that to the world. 

From where I sit, there appears to be 2 options available:

A. Get a new God.

B. Radically re-boot your understanding of Him and as a result, revolutionize your devotion to Jesus.

So what will you do? You can begin transforming your worship HERE.

The Day of Days

At dawn the panic set in. In an instant, crashing waves of adrenaline began surging through his veins. Pupils fully dilated, he could scarcely comprehend the unbelievable sight before his eyes. But nearly 60 years and over 21,000 sunrises had failed to erase the memory that burned in his mind like the sun itself.

“My God!!” he shrieked.

Actor Pluskat

Actor Pluskat



Pluskat, as portrayed in the classic, The Longest Day

With those words, a concentric shockwave of terror sent a herd of men scattering in all directions. Arms pumping furiously, they raced down gravel roads and across open fields, their boots thundering the ground like galloping thoroughbreds tearing through the morning mist. Sleep would become a distant memory. The time for rest had now passed. What that dreadful morning revealed would never be forgotten. It would be a memory, chiseled into their brain for the rest of their lives. For what happened to them on that particular summer day would transcend every other 24-hour period they would experience hereafter. This day was unlike any other, and should they survive it, their children’s children would undoubtedly hear the story.

There have been moments in humanity’s narrative that changed everything. Days that rise above the ordinary. They are uncommon. Unusual. Rare. They are the days that truly make a difference. They revise reality, marking entire generations. By their very existence, they become chroniclers of mankind’s official memoir. In hindsight, they are red-letter dates. Moments etched in time that forever alter who, and what, we are. These days become hinges upon which history itself swings. And they are often made so by the most trivial contributions.

June 6, 1944 was one such day.

Largely considered to be the pivotal day of the 20th century, that misty morning 70 years ago defined a global struggle for freedom.

Germany’s Aryan Tyrant had conquered virtually all of Europe, subjugating its inhabitants under the cruel, iron fist of the Third Reich. It’s difficult for Americans today to conceive of living in such a time. We’re not accustomed to Rulers and Kings, as our relatively short history has been marked by democracy, not dictators. We struggle, imagining life in a world like this. We consign these eras to grainy black and white photographs, sepia snapshots, old news reels or movies. Somehow this minimizes their reality, as well as their impact on our lives today. However, those who lived through those days did so in vivid color and real time.

Just 3 years earlier, another transformative day had occurred. On December 7, 1941, some 181 Japanese planes armed with torpedoes decimated US warships at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, killing over 1,100 servicemen. That horrific event officially became a “date that will live in infamy”.[1] Now, three years into WWII, America and her Allies stood at the threshold of the invasion of France, the necessary next step to engaging Hitler’s menacing War Machine. Code named “Operation Overlord”, at stake was much more than a simple battle campaign or skirmish to retake a plot of land.

The liberation of all Europe hung precariously in the balance. If the German despot could accomplish his goal of hurling the invaders back into the sea, the war effort would have likely lingered on for years. England would probably have been lost altogether, reduced to rubble from Third Reich rockets. And the morale and fighting spirit of more than 160,000 Allied and American soldiers would have sunk to an all-time low. In such a scenario, historians can only speculate what would have happened if Nazi Germany had continued its conquest of the world, its development of missile systems and research into nuclear warheads. Therefore, there could be no more delays. It was an hour of urgency. The time was now.

On the night of June 5, the Supreme Allied Commander, Dwight Eisenhower, sat alone in his London headquarters, drafting a short speech in the event of disaster or defeat in Normandy. In it, he concedes failure, assuming full responsibility for the decision that surely would have sent tens of thousands of soldiers, sailors and airmen to their deaths.[2]

Then, in the predawn hours of June 6, 5,000 warships and landing crafts carrying 50,000 vehicles
and some 160,000 Allied troops disembarked from England. Accompanying them were over 11,000 planes, every one of them bound for France’s Normandy coast.

Early that morning, German Major Werner Pluskat arrived at his bunker, located some 100ft above the coastline overlooking what would later be known as Omaha Beach. Having been awakened by the sounds of planes and gunfire, the Major scrambled to his post in hopes of discerning the source of the battle sounds.

There had been scattered reports of an Allied bombing raid, but it had yet to be officially confirmed. Besides, a number of previous false alarms had made Germany’s commanders reluctant to generate fresh rumors about the coming invasion. In light of these earlier, bogus alerts, Pluskat and his men had actually been ordered to stand down that morning. But just to be on the safe side, Werner and his German Shepherd, Harras, climbed into a Volkswagen along with a few other soldiers and drove the four miles to his Normandy lookout post, arriving around 2am.

Once inside, Pluskat began peering through his high-powered artillery glasses (binoculars), carefully scanning the Cherbourg peninsula to his left, then slowly panning the horizon. He saw nothing. It was the same sight he had encountered day after day, night after night. Just the bright moonlight, occasional foggy mist, vast ocean and the whitecapped waves making their way to the shore. Then, just after 5am, as the sun began to rise, Major Pluskat decided to take one final look. Again, beginning with the peninsula to his left, he carefully scanned across the open sea.

Suddenly, emerging out of the distant morning mist appeared a sight so terrifying it seized Major Pluskat with fear. It was the largest armada of ships ever assembled in human history. The shock from seeing this caused Pluskat to exclaim,

“My God!! It’s the Invasion!”

Frantically telephoning his intelligence officer, Pluskat announced, “Block”, there must be 10,000 ships here!”

“Now look, Pluskat,” Major Block casually responded. “The Americans and British combined don’t have that many ships.”

“Come look for yourself!” Pluskat pleaded.

“My dear Pluskat, just where are these ships headed?” he inquired, snickering.

The stunned officer shouted into the receiver, “Right for ME!!”[3]


It was the moment for which the Germans had fearfully anticipated. Though it was believed to be inevitable, the Allied Armada’s arrival came unexpected as Germany’s High Command was convinced the Invasion would take place at another time and location.           Because of this, they had stationed the majority of their troops and mighty Panzer tanks some 200 miles east. Further, Germany’s senior commanders were unavailable and far away at a military conference. Field Marshall Erwin Rommel, commander of Normandy coastal defenses, was in southern Germany attending his wife’s birthday. It would take him hours to reach his men. The Allies had achieved complete surprise.

There was however, one man who, upon receiving news of the Invasion, possessed the authority to order the immediate relocation of tanks, reinforcements and soldiers to the Normandy coast. With one simple command, Germany would have an excellent chance of holding the line, preventing the Allies from gaining ground upon their beach landing. They might even do what they had done before and hurl the invaders back into the sea. But unfortunately, that man – The Fuehrer, Adolf Hitler – was fast asleep some 800 miles away in his mountain retreat, having taken a sleeping pill the night before.[4]

And nobody…nobody dared wake him up.

“D-Day” would become the day and the decisive moment of the entire World War. History records June 6, 1944 as the “Day of Days”. And largely because of it, Germany would eventually be defeated and lose the War.






You see, one day really can make a difference.

Days change things. Some days even change the whole world.

October 31, 1517 – Martin Luther nails his “95 Theses” to the door of Wittenberg Cathedral and Protestantism is born.

December 17, 1903 – The Wright Brothers successfully fly their biplane for 12 seconds and 120 feet. Travel would forever be revolutionized.

June 8, 1914 – Archduke Franz Ferdinand assassinated when one man, a Serbian nationalist named Gavrilo Princip, lunges at his carriage and shoots him. WWI is set in motion.

October 29, 1929 – The US Stock market crashes. “Black Tuesday” officially births the Great Depression.

August 6, 1945 – The U.S. drops an Atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. The nuclear age begins.

May 14, 1948 – Israel becomes a recognized State for the first time in 20 centuries.

November 22, 1963 – President John F. Kennedy is assassinated. America loses her innocence.

July 20, 1969 – The United States puts a man on the moon. “One small step for (a) man. One giant leap for mankind.”

September 11, 2001 – Terrorists attack the World Trade Centers in New York City, sending rippling effects throughout the globe.


One day.

And the world is never the same.


[1] Quote from the speech given by President Franklin Roosevelt on December 8, 1941 when he stood before Congress asking for a declaration of war.


[3] The Devil’s Garden – Rommel’s Desperate Defense of Omaha Beach on D-Day, Stackpole Books, 2013, p. 186


Don’t Look Back


 My Old Dorm at USC

   It’s 1978, and I’m trying to sleep. But sleep don’t come easy when you’re living on the third floor of Preston Hall on the University of South Carolina campus. However, it’s not my roommate’s fault that I’m not sleeping. Sal (Salvatore) is a likeable guy. As Italian as they come. From Jersey, too. Sal would have fit in well with the old Chicago mob, mainly because he had “the look.” Hefty, dark skin with Rocky Balboa eyes. The kind of guy who could have worn a fedora and pin striped suit to class…smoking a stogie, and probably gotten away with it. Sal got me hooked on late night take-out  subs and pizza. Hey, it was college. But no, Sal, despite his snoring, wasn’t the reason behind my inability to snooze.

This particular night, it’s the guy down the hall – the one with the really loud stereo. Yes, we had an RA, but who knows where he was half the time. Besides, despite our rooms being next door to each other I wasn’t one of our RA’s favorite people. It may have had something to do with my not-so-nice comment about his 3-foot stack of Playboys.


   Anyway, that night what was keeping my eyes wide open was Boston’s Don’t Look Back blaring from 3 doors down. Sorry if that (or any other Boston song) now reverberates in your head the rest of the day. Boston’s tight distortion and smooth harmonies have a way of getting into your mind like that. And just in case that’s not enough, here are some sample lyrics from the song itself,

Don’t look back

A new day is breakin’

It’s been too long since I felt this way

I don’t mind where I get taken

The road is callin’

Today is the day

I can see

It took so long to realize

I’m much too strong

Not to compromise

Now I see what I am is holding me down

I’ll turn it around

I finally see the dawn arrivin’

I see beyond the road I’m drivin’

Far away and left behind

    If you’re in a toe-tapping mood, you can listen to it HERE.

But despite how you might remember the band, view the song itself or parse the meaning behind the lyrics, the title still delivers some pretty kicking’ advice. Life is hard enough when you’re staring straight ahead, peddle-to-the-metal, giving it all you’ve got (I have a feeling you know what I’m talking about). But it’s even harder when you’re turned around or looking in the rearview mirror. Looking back takes your eyes off what’s really important. It causes you to hesitate, and maybe even second guess where God is leading you. And sometimes it can even derail you enough to become consumed by the past. Just ask Lot’s wife.[1] Or ask any runner. You can never win the race by looking behind you. Reminiscing is ok. But wallowing in regret is not.

Or you could ask Paul, and if so, this would be his response:

    “I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me.

   No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.

   Let all who are spiritually mature agree on these things.” (Philippians 3:12-15)


   You can thank Paul later for writing that if you like. Or you can thank God right now. Focusing on Christ and His plan for you always gives you something tangible to look forward to. Always.

Even if it’s just a good night’s sleep.

[1] Genesis 19:12-26

What’s It Worth? – Part 2 of 2

Continued from Part 1

“Thousands of dollars! What you’re holding in your hand is worth thousands!” he proclaimed, trying in vain to contain his emotions.

My friend went on to explain just how few of those books were still in existence. Feeling now like the “Indiana Jones of Beatledom”, I began gloating in my recent acquisition. But then I wondered, “Wow, with a find like this, maybe I should put it away in a place for safe-keeping. I mean, what if someone finds out I have it. They might want to steal it.”

While pondering how to protect my newfound treasure, I decided to check out E-bay, just to see if anyone else owned, or more importantly, was looking for such a collector’s item. And so, logging on to their web site, I typed in the information related to the “Get Back” photo book. Immediately, two items appeared, both identical to mine.

“That’s interesting” I thought to myself. “I wonder how much they’re selling for.”

Scrolling down the page, I was shocked to see a whopping price of . . .

 . . . $25!

“No way!” I said out loud. “This has to be some kind of mistake. They must have forgotten to add a couple of zeroes on the end of the price.”

Checking the other identical item, I discovered it too was selling for the same low price.

“What is this? Wal-Mart?” I said. “You don’t sell a rare find like this for discount prices!”

Needless to say, I was crushed, mainly because I was already thinking of ways to spend that few thousand extra dollars. And so, with my ego thoroughly deflated, and my dreams of owning the “Holy Grail” dashed against the rocks, I logged off my computer as my wife remarked,

“Just remember, sweetheart. It’s only worth what someone is willing to pay for it”

“It’s only worth what someone is willing to pay for it.”


In other words, the real value of something is determined, not by some unchanging, universal standard, but rather by how much cash a person is willing to shell out for it. Take a diamond, for example. C’mon, what is it really? It’s a ROCK! A mineral deposit. A piece of the earth! And yet, at some point in history we decided it had enormous value. The same goes for gold or any other “precious metal”. Or what about the value of land? An acre in western Kansas might sell for $300. But the same size real estate in lower Manhattan might sell for $3,000,000 or more! It’s all about location in real estate. Supply and demand. But it’s also about what someone is willing to pay for it. The same goes for cars, CD’s, cell phones, plane tickets and yes…..

…even Beatle memorabilia (oh the humanity!).

Can anybody feel my pain?!

You ever wondered what you’re worth? What your real value is? Your true “net worth’? A group of scientists once estimated that if you separate all the components of your body into minerals and water, you could sell them for around $10.

But is that it? Is that all you’re worth? Can a person’s value really be boiled down to a monetary figure? 

Your personal worth determines your sense of significance. It’s how important you are. And we all want to feel important, don’t we? It’s our desire to have value. A craving that comes from deep inside us. Every one of us longs for significance, that confident inner assurance that we’re really “somebody”. 

Ok then. So when you get an extra 15-20 seconds, read John 3:16 & Romans 5:8 from an actual Bible.

The repeat this to yourself 3x,

“I am only worth what someone is willing to pay for me.”

Feeling important yet?

What’s It Worth? – Part 1 of 2

The sign in my neighborhood read “Special Estate Sale – Today”.

My curiosity aroused, I decided to stop by and see what kind of stuff they were selling. Roaming from room to room in the old house, I marveled at what some people will sell….and buy! Cheap trinkets, discarded toys, used clothes, eyeglasses, shoes, broken radios and paperbacks with frayed edges. Frantic bargain-hunters scurried around like mice in a cheese factory, looking for that “find”, that one unique discovery, that treasure hidden among “junk”. I secretly snickered at their silliness as I nonchalantly browsed my way through the old home.

But then, while wandering around in a back room, something caught my attention. It was the cover of an old Beatle’s album. Now anybody who knows me understands what a Beatle fanatic I am. It’s a sickness really. I’ve been to doctors, and there’s no cure. My older brothers exposed me to the Fab Four’s music, so you see, it’s really their fault. 

Anyway….it goes without saying that anytime I see a Beatle album, I stop and take a look. Upon closer examination, I discovered it wasn’t actually an album cover at all, but rather a thin box. Looking inside, I discovered an extensive photo book of the Beatles’ Let It Be recording sessions. However, what really sparked my interest was the title of the book – “Get Back” – which I (of course) knew to be the original title of what eventually became the Let It Be album. Just prior to release, they changed it from “Get Back” to the current title.



And that told me the book was unique.

Realizing I had found something relatively rare among rock memorabilia collectors, I snatched up the book and its cover-box, carefully looking around to make sure no one else was on to my rare find. After stealthily sneaking to the front room to pay for it, to my amazement, I discovered the item was priced at only $15. Writing a check as fast as possible, I quickly and quietly slipped out of the house, unnoticed by any other potential Lennon-McCartney enthusiasts. Arriving home within seconds, I called a fellow Fab Four friend in Nashville to tell him about my new purchase. By his reaction, I immediately sensed his excitement as he informed me I had officially stumbled upon the “Holy Grail” of Beatle memorabilia.

“What do you think it’s worth?”, I inquired.


…to be continued tomorrow in Part 2.

Simplicity & Sausages

Life can get so complicated. So many things pulling us in all directions that we actually lose our direction at times. Social media, friends, school, family, hobbies, job, career…they all bring out a different part of who we are, often diluting us. Weakening us. At times we can become disoriented and wonder what in the heck we’re even doing with our lives. That’s why it’s important to regularly re-calibrate ourselves to what matters. To focus on the really good stuff. To become centered.

To simplify.

Not so long ago, I met a man on the street in Colchester, England. He sells hot dogs. That’s it. Just hot dogs (or sausages, as the English say). Regular or extra large. With or without cheese.

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Some may look down on a grown man who runs a hot dog stand for a living, but I actually found myself admiring the man. This smiling vendor had found his niche, and that’s what got him out of bed each day – to offer his best to the world. 

One of the keys to personal fulfillment is finding that one thing you love and then to go do it with all your heart. In fact, the people who make a difference in this world are those who harness their gifts, passions and personality, directing them at what they feel is God’s destiny for them.

Admittedly, that can take some time and energy. But it’s one quest that is abundantly worth it.

Noah was a man with ONE major mission in life. One. Thing. To. Do. His singular, simple task was to build an ancient aircraft carrier and preserve a remnant of humanity for the new world.

He kept his eyes on the end goal for 120 years. He hit the bulls-eye with his life.

And so can you.

For more on how you can reach your goal of living a faith-filled life, get a copy of As It Was in the Days of Noah. Available at Barnes&Noble, Amazon, or wherever books are sold.