About The Author

Michael A. Wacker has had a luminous and glistening light shining downward from the heavens upon him since he was a babe. However, he would turn his face to the dust and attempt endless times to rise by the strength of his feeble hand. Unfortunately, he had not the strength to rise out of the ashes, because his knees would buckle from the pain that he carried within and from the heavy yoke upon his back. He has had sweat upon his brow as he vigorously labored of the earth. He regretfully tilled and reaped of the earth only hardship and misery. Yet even though he had turned his face toward the dust and attempted to rise out of the ashes, his spirit by faith raised his small right hand above his head unto a power greater than himself.