Home-Schooling By Accident


We didn't believe God wanted us simply to be the typical American family raising kids and chasing the good life. My long-term dream was not to build a comfortable career in information technology. We held a sense of calling to a special mission.

It traced back to an unusual moment in my life, about three months after I had become an intentional Christian at the age of 28. I was still single at the time, and on this particular Sunday morning, I was sitting in a class at Denver's Calvary Temple. The teacher, one of the church's associate pastors, began the class with a song or two, then invited us all to bow our heads for prayer.

I closed my eyes along with the other 50 people in the rows, and without warning, found myself still seeing images. I was engulfed in a different reality; the sounds of the classroom faded out. I found myself in a surreal encounter with Jesus Christ.

If I told you all the details of the vision that ensued over the next few minutes, you might scoff. I can offer no tangible record, no videotape of what I saw and heard. I can only tell you it was incredibly real. I was swept up in the experience, which reached its pinnacle with these divine words: "If you put Me in a small box, I will work within it. If you
put Me in a larger box, I will work in it. But if you give Me everything, I will give you everything. I have called you to be a witness to the world of the things you have seen, are seeing, and will yet see. Receive!"

Immediately, I saw a globe turning slowly. It started from the West Coast of the United States, rotated out across the Pacific, and came to East Asia, then Central Asia, and on toward Africa and Europe. As it did, five cities lit up with a glowing red light: Beijing (China), Bangkok (Thailand), a city in northern India that I later identified as Varanasi,
then Nairobi (Kenya), and finally, Lagos (Nigeria). I had the distinct impression that I would someday go to these places to do some kind of work for God.

And then the vision faded. I was still in my seat in the church classroom, and was shocked to hear the teacher just concluding his prayer,". . . in Jesus' name, Amen." I felt as if an hour had passed, but apparently it had been only minutes.

I sat shaken with emotion. I glanced around, expecting the whole room of people to be staring at me. However, nobody looked my way. The class proceeded in normal fashion.

Again, I admit that you may dismiss this phenomenon as the product of an overwrought mind, a young man dreaming up crazy fantasies, even a flare of mental instability. I choose to believe that God was indeed communicating with me in the same way He spoke to people in Bible times—Ezekiel, Daniel, Zechariah the aged priest, Cornelius the
Roman centurion, Peter on the rooftop, and others. I, like they, didn't fully know what it meant. I only felt the power of its impact.


There were no signs at the time that anything dramatic was going to change in our day-to-day lives. I kept going to work each day, paying the bills, and doing withMarie what normal parents do. We laughed through the good times and prayed our way through the challenges, trusting that God would roll out His larger strategy for us whenever He
saw fit.

Gone In A Heartbeat, pgs15-17