In 1998, after my class on the Kingdom, I began to write a new adult class study on the Feasts of Israel. This turned into a major study on the entire Old Testament. It quickly became far bigger than just an adult class, as I discovered how little we all know about the Old Testament, and how much that impacts our understanding of the New! I realized that we Christians held onto a false picture of the Bible story, so I began re-writing that, too, not realizing what a huge undertaking that would be.

Now, 14 years and about 25,000 hours later, my life work is complete. I’ve recently retired, and am developing a website where anyone can go to read my books. I call it “God’s Plan of the” since the Feasts of Israel, more clearly than anything, reveal God’s master plan of redemption throughout the ages of time.


I was born a Christian, or so I thought, as my parents were good Christians and I’d always been a good, obedient child. However, when I was twelve I had a supernatural experience which has changed my life. I was sitting back in church when the preacher gave the “altar call.” Of course I didn’t need to raise my hand, as I was already a Christian. Imagine my surprise when I looked sideways and saw my hand raised! I yanked it down, but it was too late – the preacher had seen me. After church I tried to slip out, but the preacher caught me and asked if I’d like him to pray with me. I told him he didn’t need to, as I was already a Christian.

“Well,” he responded, “Let’s pray again together just to be sure.” So I prayed with him, telling God I was sorry for my sin and asking Jesus to come into my heart and forgive me. At the time, nothing happened, and I was just glad to escape. But as I walked home I began thinking about it. I realized that although I had asked God for many things before, I’d never asked him for forgiveness, as I didn’t consider myself a sinner. I was the “good boy!” Suddenly I was overwhelmed with all the ways I had grieved God – my pride and self-centeredness, my selfish, greedy, covetous attitudes toward all my stuff, my unkindness and lack of compassion for others, some “little” lies and some stuff I’d stolen from the dime store – more and more things flooded my mind. I began to cry.

I was still crying when I got home. My godly parents saw, but recognized it as a work of God and thankfully backed off and didn’t try to interfere. For two weeks I cried, day and night, at school, on the bus – I cried myself to sleep each night and woke up still crying. My whole world had turned upside down. Before it had always been “the other guy,” but suddenly I was the one who was damned to hell if I didn’t get right with God! I pled with God for forgiveness, but only felt more wicked. I re-read all the promises of God’s blessing in the Bible that had once comforted me, but now I saw that they applied only to those who are forgiven, not to “sinners” like myself. I was desperate. I cried out, “God, if You’re there, please give me a sign that You’ve forgiven me!”

Suddenly with that prayer – peace. Joy. Assurance. Not just God’s forgiveness but His love flooded my soul. God instantly transformed my wicked, deceitful, self-centered heart into a heart that truly loves what He loves and hates what He hates. I’ve not always been perfect since then, indeed I had many more lessons on what it means to walk in “the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.” (Psalm 23:3) But like a good Shepherd, He has led me, and from that day to this I have never entertained the slightest doubt that I belong to Him, that He loves me, and that He has a place for me in His eternal Kingdom.



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