I was really challenged by what I heard in the bookstore that day. As I came home and pondered everything, I was going through the possibilities in my mind. I don’t know if you do that, but I ponder all of the possibilities, count the cost etc. I have a wonderful mentor and friend that has been in our life for over 10 years now. He is a CEO of a Major corporation, we used to have weekly talks every Friday morning. This one particular Friday conversation we got into the subject of me feeling the need to leave my mark, and legacy. I told him my desires to transition from just a prophetic musician, or minister to more of a thinking type dialogue. I told him that I had written so many manuscripts but never finished a one. I thought God might be prodding me to get one done, but that I had no idea why or who would even want to read it. Well he of course encouraged me to follow my heart.
The next morning I received an email with these words:
“Mark you have more insight than a lot of the guys…you just have to find a way to express yourself where the masses can connect and understand. This guy built a story around his experiences, made it personal.”
He was telling me about a book he had read. I think that was a turning point for me. I had not told him about my little conversation the week earlier in the Chicago airport bookstore. I printed out the quote in big letters. That quote is still hanging on the wall in my office. I look at it every single day. As things were progressing in my life last year about this time I found myself in the Emergency Room on Aug 2. I had been battling some sense of anxiety and having a hard time sleeping for a bout three or four weeks up to that point. Finally I was having what I thought was a heart attack, but it was high blood pressure seemingly due to anxiety and mental stress. Since that time I have reconfigured my purpose, and realizing my mortality I want to leave a legacy.
You see sometimes being the type of travelling itinerant is great until you have nowhere to go and make deposits. I was so full of this new revelation it was about to make me sick. I had nowhere to share it. So I decided to live my life from solely discovering my true identity, and hopefully I would find those who would go on this journey with me. It is sort of like the wizard of oz concept. I have no other real personal desire but to express this great revelation I have been intrusted with to those who can carry it on. So currently I am running three blogs, summer book club, finished one book, just starting the editing procedures today as we speak. Writing two other books, and a keeping up with the leadership stuff that I do. I figured I had the whole world as an audience through technology, and my job was to put the stuff I was receiving out there and see who has ears to hear.
When I go to churches sometimes, I have to be careful how you articulate the revelation, I don’t know if you know this yet; everybody is not in the same place spiritually. And I know it is not a popular subject but believe me religion is alive and well in our church systems. If you don’t believe me try to introduce new concepts about God, go ahead I’ll wait!
I talked to my father in law for a long while about writing, and my desire to leave a legacy. His advice was to set up a meeting with a publisher that he had known of. I flew home from that trip and made a commitment to finish one of the manuscripts that I thought the masses could relate to. I purposed in my heart to write every single day for one hour a day. If I had too much to do that day, then that meant I would have to get up earlier. It wasn’t long until I had completed the manuscript. I called up the publisher and left a message that I was scheduled to fly out there in a few weeks, and I would like to just set up a meeting to discuss what I need to do to get published.
Now I have the faith of Job and the courage of David when I am praying or prophesying to and for others. Most times the things I pray for others happens. But for myself is a whole completely different story. I learned this the hard way. You see the life of a true prophetic life is one that serves by creating for others. You can not create it for yourself. If we could create it for ourselves we would never have any need for people or to be of service. Elijah is at the brook after the drought started. And the ravens quit coming by dropping meat, and the brook dried up. You ever wonder why he just didnt create the manifest provision? I mean it was already supernaturally flowing. It wasn’t a sin thing, it was a purpose thing. God had him move instead of create his own provision, he received his provision by creating for the widow woman. And that my friends in a nut shell has been my life story. I don’t know for the life of me why the leaders do not have me in more often because it creates momentum, resources, etc. It would take me years to tell the story. But it does work that way. Back to the story.
Two weeks go by I never hear from the Publishing office. All I was hoping for was a meeting to discuss the possibilities. Well prior to my going out on the road again I got a call from the publisher, and she said well why don’t you just submit the manuscript. I immediately hung up and emailed my documents. After I pushed send, I felt a shift inside of me. I wasn’t going to be a finger crossed faith person any more. This whole process was a collision with destiny. I knew from my previous studies that opportunities seek the prepared. I was prepared as I was ever going to be. There was one thing that I changed. I prayed as usual, studied faithfully, and I have served others for nothing when I needed meals to feed my family believe me. This time I did something I hadn’t done. I went back to the still small voice I heard in the Chicago airport. ‘Your book can be up here too!’
So knew I had to become an author long before I would ever sign the contract. The climb is in the mind. I began not to long after my friend sent me that email to begin to agree with my passion. I started sensing real faith building with in me. I began to tell myself, I am a published author. I began to feel what that would feel like. I began to imagine, the contacts, open doors and opportunities. When I get up I imagined myself an author, when I go to bed I do the same. When I am at the airport I carry myself as an author. When they ask me what I do? I began to do this until I know longer needed to remind myself I know it was so. Nothing was done in the natural, but it was all done in the spirit realm.
Two days before my next trip out the phone rings and it is the publisher. She says are you still coming out this way soon, I said yes. She asked if I would stop by the office and meet with her and the President of the company. She said we normally do not receive unsolicited manuscripts from unknown authors. She said we went over your manuscript and we think that it would do very well as a book and in sales. We want to meet and have you look over a publishing contract. When I hung up I didn’t really know what to say. But I know one thing I was an author a long time before I ever wrote one word….It was just up to me to believe it in my heart or not!