Everyone should meet Glenn. One word describes him—robust. He was full of life and excitement! He was a thinker and a defender of the faith. He loved the Greek language; he loved the Hebrew language, and he loved discussing the Bible in its original etymology. He was far beyond my level of knowledge and study in the Bible. He worked for a creation science association out of Kansas City, Missouri, and conducted seminars within a 500-mile radius of Lawson, Kansas.
Glenn and Judy spent the first few days acquainting us on the area and giving us the “scoop” on the local churches. In my heart I knew we were supposed to be in Lawson, but I was not yet ready to surrender to that idea because many things were not flowing together. One of the telltale signs that we were where God wanted us surfaced when Glenn spouted out so proudly, “Yes, Jim, did you know that Lawson has the third largest occult coven in the United States?” “No, Glenn, I didn’t know that, but it would not surprise me if that is why God brought me here,” was my reply. Somehow I knew that this was going to be an intense training ground for me. God had His plan; I was in the hot seat, and not happy about it. I still had a little running room, but God was about to shut those doors tight and lock me down.
The gentleman who had advised me in Wichita at the convention to go around to the various booths had also advised me to check out the Harvest Community Church in Kansas City, Missouri. After spending a few days in Lawson, I was still questioning whether we were at our final destination or whether Glenn was simply a steppingstone to another location. Not being satisfied that everything was falling into place quickly enough, I was not ready to give in to the obvious, so I yielded to testing another possibility. I was having trouble believing that this was where the LORD wanted me. I was trying hard to see a greater piece of the puzzle. I figured that things needed to be unfolding a little more quickly and a little more supernaturally so that I could “know” that this was where God wanted us. I wanted someone to step forward with the right answers, vacancies for us to fill, a place tolive, and the needed employment that we were obviously desperate for, but day-by-day life etched its course into my heart, and God was having His way.
Please take note; there was a great truth that I discovered during this particular walk of faith. 
God’s miracles in our lives are usually the daily unseen occurrences happening outside of our sight realm and control that provide for our needs and directions. Although I was seriously looking for one major miracle to occur and direct us to our next step, the miracles were in the simple things happening each day. Though the meeting with Glenn was truly miraculous, I had not observed anything else of such magnitude since arriving in Lawson. Doors should be opening sooner, I thought. Everything should be falling into place more easily. Our journey was a step-by-step process. A process that had to be bathed in prayer daily as I cried out for God’s mercy and grace during this time of need. This was a real test for me, as it will be for those in the future that find themselves in a similar predicament.
We had been staying with Glenn for a few days and neither of us had been able to determine God’s slowly unfolding plan. Glenn wanted us to start a church, yet there seemed to be no outside support or interest. He introduced us to a few of his friends, and we had a few nights of fellowship and prayer with them. We seemed to always be greeted with looks of: who are you, why are you here, and what do you want from us? Glenn was very excited, but he did not seem to be imparting the excitement to others around him. Out of frustration and wanting someone to just simply understand our desperation, Janie and I decided to drive to the church in Kansas City. We had arrived at Glenn’s on Monday evening; it was now Thursday, and we were somewhat impatient for a solid answer that would settle everything for us. We started wondering if Kansas City could be our next destination and decided to load up and head that way to check out the church that had been recommended to us. It was very cold and snowing, and our emotions were being ruled by a combination of questions, wonderment, and anticipation along with the concern for our severely dwindling funds.
After lunch we packed up everything, said good-byes, and drove to Kansas City to find the church that we had been told about at the World Evangelism Conference. We had only about $100 to our name and were very uncertain about tomorrow. We were hoping to make some type of contact that would make sense of our desperate quest. We acquainted ourselves with the highways of Kansas City while looking for the church. Our acquired experience in map reading combined with a stop for directions finally brought us to the church.
There was a young man at the reception desk to whom I explained our predicament. Though he understood our quest intimately, he was determined to protect the pastors of the church from us and even told us that he had arrived on their doorstep a year earlier in a similar situation and was received and helped by the fellowship. He seemed quite comfortable in not showing us the same courtesies that he had received. When no door opened to see any person in leadership, we decided to go and find a place to stay for the night. Judy had kindly told us that if we decided to come back, her home was open, but we were clinging to the hope of that big miracle that we knew would appear at any moment. However, we kept remembering Glenn’s last words to us as we drove away, “You’ll be back; you’re supposed to stay in Lawson!”