Homer, Wanda, Ida, and Fanny are a new breed of adventurers, willing to throw caution to the wind and follow God wholeheartedly. This family of 4 with their dog and bird in tow faced down the wilderness to pursue Jesus.
Bored with the mundane, they left their lives of extreme outdoor camping and audacious adventures seeking new challenges. Their thirst for the thrill of following God in faith drove ever onward. Soon they entered the high risk and financially demanding world of staying indoors, sleeping on real beds and eating regularly. A world that would require all their razor sharp skills to navigate.
Our intrepid band of pioneers have spent the past 2 years living in a small motel room. Their favorite pastimes of hide and seek and capture the flag replaced by standing up to the verbal assaults of drug-dealing pimps and former convicts. Adapting to the confined quarters, Wanda began leading an online prayer call for Canada while Homer has been dutifully preparing their online presence. Both have been judiciously crafting the story of their adventure, Wilderness—How to Marry Jesus in 10 Years or Less, into readable prose.
As we journeyed across the cold winter's landscape of a desolate P.E.I. we often wondered how the path of uncompromising faith had led us to this point.
As a writer it was had to experience this but even more difficult to write about. How does one illustrate the emotional impact of such event without reliving it all over again? As hard as it was we wrote down all that occurred in our 40 months of homeless wandering. The resulting impact is a visceral gut punch to the reader's staid and comfortable existence.
Wilderness - How to Marry Jesus in 10 Years or Less
As the first light of dawn began to drive back the gloom of the February morning, my foggy brain was awakened by uncontrollable shivering. The icy chill in the air had cooled my chest down to dangerously low temperatures. Sleeping on snow will do that to a person. An hour or two of fitful sleep was now replaced by the gnawing pain of cold that would not go away. To my right was my wife and two daughters with their pet bird; to my left was our dog. All of us just trying to sleep and keep warm. As I lay there, the realization that my family had once again survived a night outside felt like a punch to the gut. My thoughts bounced around like ice cubes in a glass. How did we, a middle class family from suburbia, end up sleeping on a snowbank in Summerside, P.E.I. during February? How could a loving God, who we loved dearly and served faithfully, allow us to be in such misery? My mind wandered fitfully back to better days.