“And the LORD answered me, and said, ‘Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.'”
By 1986 I was (finally) walking with Jesus, and Millard was right there with me. Day and night my nose was buried in the Bible. I was a sponge, soaking in everything I could get from God. I even lived on a street called “Mount Olive Drive,” which was just too cool.
So, in the midst of my zealous Christian infancy, I wrote down the vision. I had no story. No book. Only something that I could see as clearly as the nose on my face. I was a baby Christian and so was Millard.