So I took a month off. To think and pray and get quiet. A couple of folks approached me about writing another book… and I wanted to get still and see what I was hearing. When I wrote, Fatherless Generation: Redeeming the Story, it felt like more than a book. Much more.
It was my story and the story of a generation. It was a lamentation. And a call to hope. I felt strong personal conviction and responsibility to tell this story and call people into it. The book was first a doctoral dissertation in 2005 and when I originally thought about publishing it, I didn’t get a lot of interest. Frankly, people didn’t really believe in the message, or that it was important enough to make a book about or that a book would sell. So I kinda let it go.
Then, a couple years later, my friend Don Miller approached me and told me that it was really important and I should try to publish it. So, without an agent, I sent out a few random emails to info@ … to the top publishing houses. Random emails without much of a chance. But a few months later, I heard back from HarperCollins/Zondervan and they picked it up. So we were off to the races.
I say all this to say that there was something supernatural – very supernatural – in the last book. Even though the book is on it’s 4th printing, it is a message that’s still finding its wings. So the last thing I want to do is just write another “book” or write something that is a distraction from the main message of Fatherless Generation. So here I sit, in the mountains listening to Mumford and Bon Iver. And listening for the still small voice. I’ll let you know what I hear.