If you’re getting this, you are one of the first 100 people to join this team. THANK YOU. I could not be more encouraged by y’all over the last few days, which is why I’m sending you this intro letter to explain what this is all about.
So here goes.
In high school, I wrote two books. The first was for RADIUS Church. The second was a 130,000+ word fantasy series I never finished. Before I graduated college, I wrote one more. And this third book—well, the third was different.
This one I had to write. This one has now taken me almost four years.
Every Saturday during my senior year of college, I would disappear for almost the entire day; I’d go hide in a classroom researching, studying, praying, writing, writing more, rewriting… Piece by piece, chapter by chapter, not exactly sure what I was constructing. I was only sure that I needed to say something, anything, everything to my blind generation.
Some months passed, and I realized it was becoming a book, and the book was about Jesus, my Savior, my meditation and mesmerization, my humble and holy Father and Friend, my King and Lord and Master. My Love.
Who else would I write about?
Even while this project was coming to life, my Wheaton friends and I were praying all-night (9pm to 6am) for revival several times a semester. After a few months, our Lord did indeed come—but He came in the most unlikely of places: middle-of-nowhere, Kentucky. Many have called it the Asbury Outpouring.
Chills are firing down my spine as I write this. I wish you could have been there with me. I was ravished by the overpowering undercurrent of Love, and He broke me. Shattered me. My sin. My pride. My lust. But in my mind all I could hear were the unrelenting words, “go now,” first like a whisper, and then a roar, “GO NOW.”
What else could I do?
After the Outpouring, from mid-February to April my own college saw more than fifty days of prolonged prayer and worship, often as long as five or six hours. Then, when spring break came upon us and all my friends went home and abroad, I stayed on-campus, knowing that it was still time to “GO.”
For eight days, I wrote for fourteen hours a day and worshiped for two.
I finished a rough draft at the end of Spring Break.
Now, after two years of professional editing, after a total of six years of theological school, after five years of working in the church, and after four years of praying desperately for revival in my generation, I hear the words “GO NOW” again. So here I am. And here you are.
Truthfully, if you know me, you know I’ve never wanted to be on social media. I’m an outspoken advocate against it. But I’ve always burned to speak to this generation (Jer. 20:9).
Statistically, this generation is the loneliest, most relationally dysfunctional, most spiritually starved generation in the history of the western world, and I KNOW THE ANSWER TO OUR PROBLEMS. I’ve met Him. He’s known and met me.
I want people to know this Jesus. The real Jesus. Which is why I desperately and unabashedly and unashamedly am asking for your help to push this message out.
Funny enough, do you know what the original title of my book was?
“The Algorithm.”
After suggestions by some friends at The Gospel Coalition, I’ve since changed the title, but it’s still a HUGE premise of the book: We need to break the algorithm.
The crazy thing is, you can break the algorithm in just 3 minutes a day.
3 minutes.
If you’re interested, I’m posting the next letter tomorrow and can tell you exactly how you can help.
If not, no worries. Just sit tight and I’ll be sending you sneak peaks, preorder info, updates, articles and excerpts from my new book.
Thanks for being part of the first 100.
Love y’all,
J.T. Reeves
PRAYER LIST…
Amen and Amen!