Why I Write

“Do you love Me? Then feed My sheep… tend My lambs.” — Jesus

There are moments when the work itself becomes the testimony. I am, in truth, an unseen man in an unseen field — writing as one of the shepherds who once watched the heavens blaze with the angels of God. They were, as I am, obscure and unnoticed, uninvited to the great tables of reputation. Yet they saw light. And by grace alone, I too have seen what I never could have seen apart from His illuminating mercy.

I have no platform, no publishing house, no multitude of followers. Only these pages — and the One who watches as I write them. But the Kingdom has never measured worth by recognition. Success in the Kingdom is measured by faithfulness. It has always been this way. “I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision,” Paul said — a confession I echo only in the smallest measure.

So this work is offered as unto the Lord. If it finds its way into the hands of any who hunger for grace and truth, that, too, will be His doing. The One who said, “My ways are not your ways,” still delights to take what is small and make it luminous.

In that confidence I rest. Whatever becomes of this labor, the witness is His. And it is ultimately for an audience of One.

Soli Deo Gloria