Preface
The VantagePoint
It is my pleasure to introduce this book to you with great anticipation that you will be encouraged and find the freedom to begin to embrace your journey and eventually enjoy it. Whether you purchased this book or received it as a gift, know with certainty that, intentionally, it landed in your hands. Placed in your hand is half the journey; reading it is the other half. Let’s get busy. Don’t be a spectator. Get involved in your journey.
This book is an anthology, a string of short stories strung together like pearls with one theme: hope; one foundation: fear; and one turning point in each writer’s life that I call the vantage point. The women are vastly different, from different locations and having different experiences, observing whatever is at the center of their attention, what it is they are striving to find. It matters not where they started; they all end connected at the vantage point. Most people look from the vantage point, but in these ladies’ stories, the vantage point is looking at them. I challenge you to embrace each story. Should you find yourself within the pages, I pray you find hope. If you do not find yourself within the pages, be grateful for that. Maybe you dodged a bullet.
I have always dreamed of writing a book. I had the title and all the substance to write it from beginning to end, but it was not this book entitled 21. I could deal with writing a book about my journey, but to collaborate with twenty-one women telling their stories and penning them—well, that was not my desire. God wanted me on this journey to teach me about the characteristics of love and humility and the power of a story.
Unbeknownst to me, this book would come about when two friends and I traveled to Los Angeles to attend the 100-year celebration of the Azusa Street Revival. The revival was renowned for a few reasons. First, it ignited a strong desire in the hearts of people to return to God. In a time of racial segregation, it attracted Blacks and Whites worldwide and was led by an African American gentleman named William Seymour. Although it started somewhat racially united, it ended racially divided. Out of this revival came the birth of the Pentecostal faith giving us racially divided churches once again. For the Blacks, the Church of God in Christ. For the Whites, the Assemblies of God, and Church of God. But today we were a mixed multitude attending this memorable celebration.
Upon our arrival, we checked into our hotel, scheduled a time we would gather for dinner, and retreated to o