While talking over the phone with my publisher... He must have sensed my low Spirit. He called me right back with encouraging Words from The Lord. He said, "After we talked and hung up the phone, I told Sister Joy and we prayed for You! Then, the Holy Ghost spoke to my Spirit and said, ""Brother Charles... Commission Brother Luke to write another book and tell him to call it 'SNOWFLAKE' and tell him that Commissioned Book is paid in full!"" He showed me here of Michael Angelo who was Commissioned by the Church to do Sculpture, painting, architecture, and poetry. His Movement High Renaissance, his works: David, Pietà, The Last Judgment, Sistine Chapel Ceiling and so much more. My publisher did an immediate search and found the following twenty-one pages, which he included in this book. I can see he wanted me to realize the value of writing a Commissioned work to the Glory of Father God! He went on to say, Quoting the third paragraph on page 9: "Michelangelo was considered the greatest living artist in his lifetime, and ever since then he has been held to be one of the greatest artists of all time. A number of his works in painting, sculpture, and architecture rank among the most famous in existence. His output in every field during his long life was prodigious; when the sheer volume of correspondence, sketches, and reminiscences that survive is also taken into account, he is the best-documented artist of the 16th century." Is it possible that Father God is raising up in the 21st century a teacher and preacher who will be to the Church what Michelangelo was to the 16th century? With respect to your 36 completed works, we think so! To be Commissioned is a high honor... To do what Father God says to do is a much higher honor! Amen!! Hallelujah!!! I had no idea my publisher would make a book out of this. Maybe there is more importance to be gleaned from this work? How many other people would like to do the same? So here it is! To God Be The Glory! Remember: And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh. Ecclesiastes 12:12 And the Lord said furthermore unto him, Put now thine hand into thy bosom. And he put his hand into his bosom: and when he took it out, behold, his hand was leprous as snow. Exodus 4:6 THE VILLAGE CARPENTER PUBLISHING HOUSE, PO Box 133, Lakeview, Ohio 43331 USA or see TheVillageCarpenter.info
About the Author: My name is Pastor Luke L. Chapman. I haven't always been a preacher, quite the contrary. When I was a young teenager everyone always said: "Boy what a good kid Luke is. He is a wonderful young man." Because of a stepfather that had no love for me, my clothes were packed for me and placed on the front porch on Christmas morning. Arrangements were already made for a near friend to pick me up to take me to my real dad's home. This became a cycle unto me. I learned soon to take flight in life, realizing I'm on my own. I was kicked out of school for truancy, failure to want to go to school and to learn. This started a foundation for my life, for my ongoing future. My new friends taught me how to smoke, drink, and cuss and to tell lies. I graduated to smoking weed and using cocaine. I never drank or used cocaine on a regular basis. I just started on weekends or invited parties. I got married and had a Child when I was 21 years old. But, with a lifestyle of drinking, spending money in bars and not on bills or in my home, I soon went through a divorce. Does this sound familiar, like today's youths? At this time, now I'm remarried my wife and I are both cocaine addicts. My wife smoked weed? I sold weed and cocaine to supply our habits. My wife left me one day. I was arrested the same day and put in jail. In jail, I bowed my knees on the floor in my cell. I was the only one there that day. I called upon Jesus and was saved and sent to North Central Correctional Institution. I never thought anyone cared. But I was so wrong. What was meant for evil for me, God changed for the good. Prison became My Bible College. Prison was where God counseled me about my morals. God taught me about being a good husband, a good father unto my Children and how a preacher must live and act. I served six and a half years in prison to learn not do use drugs, not to walk through life aimlessly. I learned my lesson. God raised me up to be a preacher in prison. Prison was my lifesaver. Wow, what a statement one might say! The reason prison was my lifeline was I could have graduated to the other side of life... Six Feet Down. I almost did! I had a heart attack, just before I was sent to prison, from smoking crack cocaine. I almost died. Your Friend... The Harley Davidson Preacher Man Luke L. Chapman Gods Vision... A Ministry of Fire