After thirty years of computer programming and business administration, I abandoned the technology I loved most so I could pursue what I hated most: writing and teaching. Why? Several vivid dreams led me to believe God wanted to change my direction. No matter how difficult that journey was, it had to be better than my own way. Therefore, in the twenty-five years that followed, writing and teaching became my greatest treasures in life.
I learned that if people want to experience God and fulfill the Great Commission they need to tell their life-changing stories. Well-crafted stories deliver an experience of truth that the audience can’t reject. Also, the storytellers’ lives are changed. Christians acquire a new delight in being used of God to feed the multitudes that didn’t know what they were hungry for.
The Bible describes the powerful arrival of the Kingdom of God and the casting down of Satan by people who overcame by “the blood of the Lamb and the word of their testimony.” The storytellers’ experience was so satisfying that they were willing to give their lives for the message (Revelation 12:10–11). For centuries, churches have preached the blood of the Lamb. But we might have missed the next important part: a ministry to help Christians tell their stories.
That’s why my Twitter handle is @ManWithTheSCOOP and I wholeheartedly support “Your Story for God’s Glory.”
Writer, speaker, counselor, thought provoker, and weird dreamer who thinks he will one day snow ski a left and right track past both sides of a tree.
For ten years, Frank Ball directed North Texas Christian Writers to help members improve their writing and storytelling skills. In 2011, he founded Story Help Groups and joined the Roaring Writers ministry seven years later to encourage and equip all Christians to tell their life-changing stories. He has taught at writer’s conferences and churches across the U.S. and Canada. Besides writing his own books, he does ghostwriting, copy editing, and graphic design to help others publish high-quality books. As Pastor of Biblical Research and Writing for three years, he wrote sermons, teaching materials, and hundreds of devotions. He coaches writers, writes blogs, and is a panelist on The Writers’ View. His first book Eyewitness: The Life of Christ Told in One Story is a compilation of biblical information on the life of Christ in a chronological story that reads like a novel.
I worked in the business world for forty years. Titles I have held are Salesman, Sales Manager, VP of Sales, Executive VP, Computer Programmer, Systems Analyst, VP of Information Systems, Purchasing Manager, Personnel Manager, and VP of Production. In all my years in business, I spent nights and weekends doing biblical research, teaching, preaching, and counseling. In 1996, I became a part-time writer seeking to tell the gospel story in a way that people who didn’t read the Bible would know about Jesus. Ten years later, I became a full-time freelance writer, teacher, and speaker, encouraging people to discover their stories and learn to tell them well.
My birth certificate says I was born in 1945 in Manhattan, Kansas. At that time, a gallon of milk cost 62 cents, a loaf of bread was 19 cents, and gasoline was 16 cents per gallon. My family moved to the Houston area in 1954 and to Fort Worth in 1962. I was working part time at the age of twelve, and have held the following jobs. (1) Egg Salesman, (2) Janitor, (3) Elevator Operator, (4) Dish Washer, (5) Computer Programmer, (6) Warehouseman, (7) Welder, (8) Roofer, (9) Lawn Care Professional, (10) Leather Craftsman, (11) Personnel Manager, (12) Computer Hardware Technician, (13) Auto Mechanic, (14) Deliveryman, (15) Office Supply Salesman, (16) Freelance Writer, (17) Copy Editor, (18) Associate Pastor, (19) Public speaker, (20) Business Consultant, (21) Counselor, and (22) Carpenter. One item in the list was work without pay.
I am a widower since 2003, when my wife of thirty-seven years died of primary pulmonary hypertension. I have three married sons and seven grandchildren. I live in an upstairs apartment, built in the huge attic of my oldest son’s house in a Fort Worth suburb.