I’ve never taken the easy or obvious route. I like a challenge, living close to the edge, walking over the horizon, pushing the boundaries, making waves, stirring hearts, fighting back! Of course, all of this comes as part of the package we call Christianity, rightly understood and lived.
Unfortunately, clothed in the frailty of a human being, living this way can also lead to disaster when you take your eyes off the goal. If you push and shove enough, you end up falling into a hole, along with your human ambition.
So this is a personal story.
Now here’s the big question: should I be writing this book given its highly personal subject matter? Answer: Undoubtedly, yes. For I fear there are many other people taking a similar journey to my own who may still be desperately trying to find a way out of the pit. Mine is not a story of triumph, happy endings and miraculous outcomes, although I have encountered my fair share of all. It is an honest account of an ordinary life made extraordinary by the grace and power of God. It is a story of amazing miracles and abundant failures, of mountains and valleys, rivers of life and deserts of despair.
I have a sneaking feeling that most of the people who enjoy exposing the failures of others, live in constant fear that their own masks will be ripped away, revealing the unsurprising truth that they too are frail human beings trying desperately to live a double a life. I like to feel I am unpredictable. But those who know me best, have an uncanny knack of being prophetic at the most inconvenient of times! There have been moments in my life when I have been too private and other moments when I have been too open. Trying to be me is a tough call sometimes!