You Don’t Create Your Own Breaks
10th in a series: Read Part Nine or Go to Beginning

Now, I had been published a few times there. Among the stories was the one of the first ever published on Promise Keepers, the men’s ministry launched by then- Colorado football coach Bill McCartney.
Fruitless Attempts
However, trying to sell other articles to the publication, which I read every month, proved fruitless.
Once I got the green light, only to see the story later rejected. Another article made it through the review process before failing.
About a month after we moved to Louisville, I received a letter from Editor Lee Grady, forwarded from my old address in West Virginia.
Lee said they needed an article about someone based in West Virginia, but not who. So I called to find out more. When I connected with his office, his assistant asked what it was about.
“I don’t know; he didn’t say,” I replied.
“I’ll let him know,” she said.
I waited a week and called again. Same result.
Finally, I decided to try one more time. If I got the same results, I would figure they weren’t interested and go on.
Mistaken Identity

Turns out he wanted someone to visit T.D. Jakes’ church in a suburb of Charleston and profile the bishop.
This was a couple years prior to Jakes’ move to Dallas, where he began to make a bigger name for himself. Still, the preacher was getting noticed via weekly TV appearances and his seminal Woman Thou Art Loosed teaching, which he originally had to self-publish.
We had been thinking about a quick trip to West Virginia so my wife could visit her parents before seminary classes went into overdrive. Now, we decided to go.
In preparation, I called the church to interview a couple staff members and ask about arranging an interview that Sunday. They said no; Jakes would be taking a red-eye flight back to Charleston the night before.
Breakthrough: Job Offer Extended
As it turned out, Jakes did have time. I hadn’t prepared a list of interview questions, thinking I would have to do one by telephone later.
Then, as I talked with a few people after the service, a tall, deep-voiced usher approached to say, “The bishop will see you now.”
Back in my office, I decided to get the article done and turn it in a week early in case I needed to make any revisions.
Soon, Lee Grady called.
“Where have you been?” he asked. “This is great.”
He asked if I would be interested in filling an editorial slot they were looking to fill.
“Thanks,” I said, “but I feel like God called us to Louisville. To turn around and leave a few months later would be disobedient.”
“Well, we’d like to send you regular assignments if that’s okay.”
Naturally, I said yes. Which is how I wound up writing regularly for Charisma for more than 20 years. God created the break, not me.



