Jim Coyle here. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new post. Vicki has promised to share more often, but her technology has not been cooperating. I’ll be visiting her soon to help her get back online. Meanwhile, I’m writing this post to share a story she recently wrote and texted to me. It shows that she still knows how to tell a story:
I bet I will recognize a [man] of great, who came from a distant place – a land of heat and crocodiles, angry winds and floods destroying everything on the earth, crossing swamps that no one could inhabit. Gathering up his family and what earthly possessions he had, he accepted a call from the Lord, going North, to minister to Steubenville, the land of Dean Martin.
And he began to have visions of a church unlike any other before it. A holy place without walls, without borders, and with no conditions. And capturing lightning and electricity, he began to spread the word of God, in the most unlikely places: from a computer & radio and other such devices.
To be with the lonely, the widowed, the isolated, those imprisoned. He gave away his treasure to find a way to reach them.
But he knew that he alone could not praise the Lord by himself. And gathered around him young disciples who were not afraid of his vision of the kingdom. And he shared with them all that he had been given. Giving them the tools to go out and not only spread the word of God, but to think of even more ways to minister to his people.
This story is a tale about why I moved from Florida to Steubenville, Ohio 44 years ago and what I’ve been doing. Told by the best storyteller I know.
If you look back to Vicki’s early blog posts, you’ll see what I mean.
Jim Coyle







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