One year, I planted a church in a little town in the south of France. I had five Bible studies going, so I combined them all into a church. We met in a restaurant on Sunday evenings when the restaurant was closed, and all went exceedingly well. However, in a neighboring town a certain pastor called all the people in my church and told them to never go back. They obeyed one of their own nationality, and I was left with nothing.
He had been telling me for years to write, but in my moment of deep despair, I didn’t remember His words. I cried out, “What do You want me to do?” With utter glee in His voice He said, “Well, write, of course. Pull out your old radio stories, have them translated, and put them on the radio here.”
I started out with 16 radio stations and ended up with 107. The stations reported that the listening audiences numbered over twelve million listeners. Then overnight, radio went through an overhaul. No longer did they want fifteen minute programs like mine; they wanted two minute stories. Try as I might, I could not write two minute stories. So now I’m writing books, and people are telling me how their lives are changed by reading what I write.
My plans for pastoring went haywire. God’s plans for writing—worked! He sees it all. We might as well obey!