Great news everyone, you can order my new book today! That’s right, although is not officially dropping til next Thursday April 24th, you can head over to Amazon and order a copy right now.
Here’s a link straight to it: Hope Changes Everything
Since the book is now available I thought I’d give you a glimpse inside. So here’s a portion of the foreword written by my good friend mentor Dave Edwards. Check him out here: www.DaveTown.com
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Foreword by Dave Edwards
I was hopelessly lost. While visiting a large city in a foreign country, I went out for a walk one evening to take in the sights and sounds, to see the life and experience the energy of the culture and find some food, much of which was cooked and served in local neighborhood booths. The air was filled with local music emanating from speakers propped on balconies of second-story cafes. With each turn down a different street, there were new beats and new aromas of food.
The streets eventually turned to cobbled stone and every alley was lined with shoppers and vendors selling all types of clothing and trinkets. There was life on every street, couples sat at tables for two, families dinning together while communities of friends stood and chatted.
All my senses were engaged in the moment, to the point where I lost track of time and I lost track of my bearings.
I had no idea how many streets I’d wandered down or what any of those street names were. I was in a part of town I knew nothing of, in a city whose language I didn’t speak. And to make things worse, I’d even been totally abandoned by Google maps!
Like I said: I was lost.
As I absorbed my condition, the sounds of people and cars swirling around me started making me panic. My outing of joy now felt more like desperation, and so I did what anybody would do in my position—I stopped a few people on the street, made big hand gestures, and slowly yelled words at them in English (“Where hotel?! English?!”) as though that would help. I wandered those streets looking for some sign of hope that I could find my way back, looking for someone who could at least give me a clue to get back home.
I stumbled in to a local market populated by people buying fresh produce. I stepped a few feet inside the store and yelled, “English anyone?!”
A college student spoke up. “Yes, I do,” he said.
You can’t imagine my relief.
I couldn’t remember the name of my hotel, so I launched into describing the building. He listened, then drew a map on the back of his grocery receipt and pointed me in the right direction. I looked at his drawing, which showed two left turns, a zigzag, and then a right turn. For me, it wasn’t much of a map.
He must’ve seen the confusion in my eyes, because he graciously said, “I’ll guide you there,” and off we went.
Except I didn’t recognize anything, so I kept saying, “I don’t remember this. Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Up the streets, through alleyways, step after step, I was in such a frazzled emotional state that I nervously second-guessed his route. “Wait! I think we should be over there!”
Until it occurred to me that, if I was going to get back to my hotel that night, I knew I had to let go. I was going to have to abandon my attempts to control the journey and trust my guide.
Lance Lang is a guide who knows his way through the shabby streets of the soul, littered with debris of vanity, secrets, and broken dreams. To those who have lost their hope and dreams, who have taken an indiscriminate beat-down from pain, there is a guide to navigate you through this garbage of illusions and delusions, someone who knows how to draw a map of the way back, and more importantly someone who knows a way out from all the vacant images, empty of the promise they once held.
You are not alone in your journey. There is a guide to help find a message in the mess.
Lance has been there.
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