Baker Faraday was a guitar player of prodigious ability. His future as a musician was without limitations. Until he was left broken and bleeding on the street, shot through the hand that held the notes of his dreams. All seemed lost. So out of fear, he reached deep into what had been a foreign concept, and prayed.
Through his suffering Baker re-gained his abilities on his beloved instrument. And in rebuilding a character in Christ, Baker chooses grace over fame to become a disciple through music. But would Baker ever escape adversity, the agonizing arthritic pain brought on by the bullet, his band’s struggle to find an audience, bandmates hit with a blunt reality that their musical aspirations may have been a mistake. How much misfortune could Baker endure, as he battled his afflictions, haunted by the name of the boy who pulled the trigger that fateful night, Zo.
G.K. last darkened the church door at eight years old. Morally adrift, the author led an iconoclastic life of self-gratification, depriving himself of virtually nothing.
Embraced in heavy drinking and recreational drugs as a young man, his writing career bounced half-deflated through fly-by-night publications, from dive bar reviews to a quixotic travel column, from a music critic to landing as a published roaster of professional athletes, always finding an easy landing through criticism, as disparaging remarks came easily. Then something changed. Marriage happened, three children ensued, and God reappeared.
By His Grace, G.K. spun the wheel away from former habits and composed the first part of a fictional story, hoping to glorify the Heavenly Father through good works now and in the years to come.