[John 3:8] The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

In January of 2011 he flew to Nashville, and the one who can hear and can see picked him up on a Tuesday night in a beater car with the back window busted out. He said his neighbor broke it, he lived in a rough area, and he was not getting it fixed. He took him to dinner with single men talking about finding a ruby together to marry a beautiful girl, and the way, just come out of the marriage that ended, tuned them out. Then they worshiped, and put him in the circle, shoes off, hands lifted, knees bent, eyes closed. A man said, I saw a rocket fueled up and ready to take off; God says this man has been prepared to go places few men have ever been. A woman said, I saw Jesus, and you on a dirt path; He drew a line in the sand with His big toe, stepped back, and motioned you to cross it with Him; He is asking you to make a choice; I don't know what it is, but you know. Another said, I didn't hear the others, but God said, tell this man he is my bold son, and I am never ashamed of him. Afterward, sitting on the steps, people began saying, I found one, I found one, and jewels lay in the shag carpet right in front of him. Later he flew to see the Comforter in Colorado, and on the way home he got off at the layover in Phoenix and missed the plane, with his computer left open on board. The airline put him in a hotel, and on the shuttle he met a captain who spoke in tongues, and the next morning he got all his belongings back.

Early in 2015, before their daughter was born, the bishop from Plainville moved back to where he came from, to Hoschton, and when they went to visit him there that year, the way noticed the street he lived on. It was named Joshua Way. His bride's father got the oil on Tuesday mornings at Grace 251, where the oil flowed, and jewels formed in two of the bottles. He gave them to his daughter, and the way gave them to the diamond and the warrior. Her father preached in the park, and he has since gone home.

In 2015 he called new moon meetings in the great hall and paid for 2015 and 2016 up front. In those years of the meetings, the family of his bride, Whitney, picked up a stranger, a hitchhiker, and when they put him in their car he said, I need to speak to Derek. They said, who do you mean? And he said, you know, Derek, your son-in-law. So they got hold of Whitney, and she got hold of the way, and they said, we need you to come to the house. He left the meeting and went straight to her grandfather's house and sat down in the living room, and the stranger said to him, you want to do this thing for Jesus, right? And he said, yes. And the stranger said, okay. God says holiness. And the way said, okay. And the stranger said, that's all I got to say.

On Halloween of 2016 he was robbed. He went to his clients and said, I know I told you no, but please, buy my software, and they did. He went to the great hall and said, I know you do not give refunds, and this is already a contract, and it is almost at the end, but I was robbed. They gave him back three months: the November, December and January new moons. He never held those meetings. On the seventeenth of November he moved into Dalton for his business, with an office back at the old mill. And on the twenty-seventh of January, 2017, the first new moon of the year, one week after the inauguration, the very night of the last meeting he had paid for, a New King James Bible in a shop downtown began to drip healing oil at Psalm 39, the thirty-nine stripes, with seven elders of Dalton. He did not know it until the one who can hear and can see went live and said there was a Bible flowing oil downtown. He called his father, though they were not speaking then. Dad, has anybody told you there's a Bible dripping oil? No. Don't you think that's odd? All the men in the twelve houses we went into when I was a kid, and not one called you to say, I know you said in 1990, and in 1995, that a great end time revival was coming, and here it is. Not one did.

He went to the place where it was flowing, and held that Bible up, and the oil ran all the way down to his waist. He handed it back to Jerry, who kept it, and said, please, take this. Jerry has since passed. Whose Bible is it now, and is it dry? The word of the Lord is not dry. Every healing and every miracle that came by that sign still speaks. He asked the men why it began on a new moon, and they said, what do you mean. The Bible went into Rockbridge, and that church accepted it, and it was there every Tuesday morning for about nine months before the Chattanooga Times broke its story. In 2018, while it was still flowing, they took the oil up to Michigan, to the wife of the father's brother, the aunt who had dreamed the house flying apart and coming back together, and her tooth was healed. It flowed for three years and stopped on a full moon, the tenth of January, 2020, the very day he moved out of a work apartment in Kennesaw called The Revival on Main Street. It had changed owners, and they had decided they would just come in whenever they wanted, so he broke the lease, and they said nothing, and he took his desk down in the elevator and went home. After the oil stopped, a man bought store oil to keep it going, and the newspaper called it fake. The Chattanooga Times left the name of that church out. This book does not. His father was not sure. His mother was sure it was not of God.

When he learned of the oil, he began the meetings again in 2018, on the new moons, on and off, in a smaller room at the hall, eighty-five or a hundred dollars a month, paid one month at a time. It was no big deal. That same year he began building his own studio in his backyard in Adairsville, thirty by forty, with his own hands, and he is still siding it. His business started taking off, and he got distracted by it. In the summer of 2019 the meetings fizzled out. He took a hard turn into the world. He did not do anything too bad, but every day he went out to a restaurant and sat and worked there. It was a different season. People would say it was not God, but most of the seasons of his life were always God. The people with the flowing Bible had said, his name is flowing oil, and the church has left the building. Then COVID came and shut everything down, and not just the churches. Everything closed.

In his later years he went back to the Methodist house where the man had said, I'd like to see them stop me, and went to that man's home Bible studies. They never rejected him. They were curious. A mother among them told him, it's not that we don't hear what you're saying, you just have to understand that what you say is so different than what the churches teach. On a later visit that house had no carpet, in the carpet capital of the world, because they were remodeling. A police officer stood at the sanctuary door. He never once looked at the way. His bride asked him, do you think he was there for you.