Now what?

It was a crisp clear Fall day and I had driven my jeep to the town square to see my good friend preach.  The church services are held in an historic church known for its spectacular, recently restored steeple.  The interior of the sanctuary is simple, but beautiful, free of all the gold, bronze and silver adornments many other churches display like so many trophies.  After an hour of singing and reading from the Good Book, my friend picked up the microphone and began his sermon.  "I'm going to ask a question, that for many of you, will change your lives."  The young preacher paused for a moment, scanning his audience.  Until recently, this young man had worked for me as computer technician.  Now he was living his dream of spreading the word of God.  He lowered the microphone and rubbed his hand across his closely cropped blond beard waiting for the tension to build.  He was a powerful speaker and had us on the edges of our seats waiting for the question.  He took a breath, and then with slow, but deliberate tones asked "What would you do, if you knew you couldn't fail?"  He paused then said  "I want you to write your answer down on the paper provided" he continued.  I was already writing as he continued on because I have always known my dream.  "Build a HOME for young adults in need"  I scrawled across the paper. 

So now it is written...