Since no one knows the future, who can tell someone else what is to come? -Ecclesiastes 8:7
I am Don Furr. Author extraordinaire? Hardly. Let’s go with ‘a guy with a story,’ but it’s a story I want to share with the world. And that’s been the driving force since day one. That day came in 1996 . . . on an airplane.
But before I go there, I want to share a little bit about myself if I may. One of four siblings, I am the second oldest, but the first child between my parents since their marriage in 1954. The oldest, Rick, was actually my half brother, but we never thought about him like that. Ricky was the guy I looked up to, the guy I modeled myself after, and sadly, who lost his life on a busy Memphis street some 20 years ago this very year. My, how time flies. He was preceded in death by my mom in 1990 and my dad in 1988. Three family members in five years. Unbelievable.
Like most, I have many layers. I want to be the best at everything I do and have been hugely successful at many things, at least by the world’s standards. Sometimes I even think I may have set the bar a bit too low. I don’t know.
But I am who I am because of the God I serve, learning early on that He never comes in and kicks down my door, but always knocks and waits patiently. And when I answer, there is growth, but when I don’t, needless to say, the opposite is also true. Why He puts up with me I don’t know, but thankfully, He knows better than I.
And of course, there is my soul mate, Karen. The girl whose mom had said, ‘I don’t know why you don’t go after that Don Furr, he’s so handsome and talented.’ And what was it she said? ‘Oh mom, he’s so conceited, I could never go out with a guy like that.’ Oh Karen, you are my sunshine, my breath of fresh air . . . so much so that I dedicated my only literary work to you because I truly am a better man because of you. Conceited? Ha! Well, maybe. A little. But why not? A beautiful wife of 32 years, three wonderful children and seven grands.
Ah, those grands! I call them my little second chances. Drew, Gage, Sara Beth, the twins, Jett & Guy, Harper and Keegan. I always felt like Grandkids were our second chance at parenthood and let me tell you, we’re spoilers. Then of course, we send em’ home and let mom and dad deal with it.
Which brings me back to that night in 1996, on a plane bound for Minneapolis and reading the then, newly released novel, Left Behind. I remember the tears streaming down my face to the point that I was literally embarrassed, but turning it into an opportunity to witness to a flight attendant that night. Not long after, I remember thinking, ‘I want to do that . . . I want to tell my story,’ and so, the idea for “Quest” began to take shape. I was off and running.
But before I go there, I want to share a little bit about myself if I may. One of four siblings, I am the second oldest, but the first child between my parents since their marriage in 1954. The oldest, Rick, was actually my half brother, but we never thought about him like that. Ricky was the guy I looked up to, the guy I modeled myself after, and sadly, who lost his life on a busy Memphis street some 20 years ago this very year. My, how time flies. He was preceded in death by my mom in 1990 and my dad in 1988. Three family members in five years. Unbelievable.
Like most, I have many layers. I want to be the best at everything I do and have been hugely successful at many things, at least by the world’s standards. Sometimes I even think I may have set the bar a bit too low. I don’t know.
But I am who I am because of the God I serve, learning early on that He never comes in and kicks down my door, but always knocks and waits patiently. And when I answer, there is growth, but when I don’t, needless to say, the opposite is also true. Why He puts up with me I don’t know, but thankfully, He knows better than I.
And of course, there is my soul mate, Karen. The girl whose mom had said, ‘I don’t know why you don’t go after that Don Furr, he’s so handsome and talented.’ And what was it she said? ‘Oh mom, he’s so conceited, I could never go out with a guy like that.’ Oh Karen, you are my sunshine, my breath of fresh air . . . so much so that I dedicated my only literary work to you because I truly am a better man because of you. Conceited? Ha! Well, maybe. A little. But why not? A beautiful wife of 32 years, three wonderful children and seven grands.
Ah, those grands! I call them my little second chances. Drew, Gage, Sara Beth, the twins, Jett & Guy, Harper and Keegan. I always felt like Grandkids were our second chance at parenthood and let me tell you, we’re spoilers. Then of course, we send em’ home and let mom and dad deal with it.
Which brings me back to that night in 1996, on a plane bound for Minneapolis and reading the then, newly released novel, Left Behind. I remember the tears streaming down my face to the point that I was literally embarrassed, but turning it into an opportunity to witness to a flight attendant that night. Not long after, I remember thinking, ‘I want to do that . . . I want to tell my story,’ and so, the idea for “Quest” began to take shape. I was off and running.
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"What would it be like to suddenly find yourself face-to-face with the man known as Jesus of Nazareth? Don Furr tells an amazing story of how a personal encounter with the living Christ in His time creates the journey of a lifetime."
— Kirk Cameron
We are thrilled to announce you can purchase Quest for the Nail Prints on Amazon!
— Kirk Cameron
We are thrilled to announce you can purchase Quest for the Nail Prints on Amazon!