A Soul Seeking Missile
David answered my ad on Craigslist and was keenly looking over the
tractor. I was eyeing him over, knowing that he would most likely
try to talk me down on my price. I figured he wasn’t a farmer or
in any type of construction when I shook his smooth, un-calloused
hand. I had to wonder what he was going to use the tractor for.
The name tag on his shirt had the logo of the company he worked
for. It also had his name and the words “Life Coach,” which piqued
I asked David, “What exactly is a “life coach”?
He explained that it was his job to assist people who were going
through extreme life changes. He helped them get their life back
into order, allowing them to function in society on their own. He
said that most of his clients were fresh out of prison or addicts
that had been dropped off because they had severe addiction
problems. In some cases, loved ones had dropped them off at the
center and in others it was a judge’s order that they spend an
allotted amount of time at the facility as part of processing them
through the system.
I felt the gentle nudge from the Holy Spirit as I listened to him,
and when David had finished, I went to the house and got a copy of
Skies Are Not Cloudy All Day. The Lord had just sold the ranch and
I was liquidating equipment for the new assignment He had me on.
Only a month before, He had instructed me with His soft, still
voice to get this book to people on the street, in prisons, and to
“Read this book, David. You might be able to use it with some of
your clients.” I offered.
David looked the front of the book over and read the back. “Hmmm…
We cannot give any material to our clients in regards to Jesus or
God directly, but I can suggest it for reading on the side,” he
“Let me read it and see if it will work with the clients I work
with.” David reached in and set the book on the dash of his truck.
A couple of days later David bought the tractor and I figured that
would be the last I heard from him. A week later I got a text from
him. “Can you talk for a minute?”
I called him back. David was very excited. “You’re not going to
believe what just happened!”
“Oh no! Did you flip the tractor?” I replied, “I warned you that
it could pick up more than it could handle!”
“No, Bill, your book!” he replied excitedly.
David went on to explain: “I never got a chance to read your book.
It sat on the console between the seats for several days. One day
Tyler and I went to get an ice cream cone. Tyler is one of our
regulars. He has been in and out of the facility multiple times.
We try to work with him, but in all honesty, his brain has been
totally fried with Meth. His concentration level is minimal. I
have never been able to get him to focus on anything constructive
in the four years I have been at this facility. We really don’t
know what to do with the guy. Anyway, Tyler and I were talking
while we were waiting for an ice cream cone when he noticed the
Skies book sitting between the seats. He picked it up and read the
cover and asked where I got it from. I told him I got it from you
and then he asked if it would be okay if he read it. I agreed,
figuring there was no way he could get through it, but what could
“Tonight, I was finishing up with some paperwork in the office
when I heard all this commotion. Tyler was running down the
stairs, screaming, ‘I got it! I got it! Mr. C, I get it now! It’s
all right here! I understand what you have been trying to tell me
all along! It’s right here in the book!’ Everyone in the entire
complex, hearing the screaming, was gathered around us.
“Bill, I need 30 more books. Everyone wants to read it now.”
I gave David half a case of books the next day.
Meanwhile, the following Sunday, I had given a friend of mine from
church, Judy, a few copies of the book. Judy belongs to the local
women’s Garden Club in town and the president of the club,
Beverly, stopped by to visit. While they were talking, Beverly
noticed a copy of Skies Are Not Cloudy All Day sitting on the
“What’s this?” she asked, as she searched the cover and the back
page. “I would like to read it.”
“Take it– I can get another,” Judy told her.
At six the next morning Judy called me, very excited. “I am
telling you– that book is a soul-seeking missile!”
“What?” I said.
My friend Judy had just gotten off the phone with Beverly, who was
in tears. Beverly had stayed up most of the night reading the
Skies book. When Beverly left Judy’s house the night before, she
was headed to an Al-Anon meeting. She was running late and had
material that she wanted to share at the meeting. In the midst of
the rush, Beverly had inadvertently left the Skies book in the
stack of material. It sat on top because it was the smallest of
the books. When she went into the meeting, she sat down in the
only seat that was available, which happened to be directly across
from a young unkempt man and his girlfriend who were new to the
group. Throughout the meeting, the young man stared at Beverly and
back to the bundle of material sitting next to her on the floor.
The dreadlocks in his hair and the tattoos covering his body added
to the intensity of his stare, making her very uncomfortable. His
girlfriend wore loose-fitting clothes and no makeup, and her hair
looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a while. They appeared
homeless. After the meeting the man approached Beverly and
pointed, demanding to know where she got the Skies book.
“My friend knows the man who wrote it, and she gave it to me,”
Beverly responded nervously.
“You know the person who wrote that book?” the man said, his
intensity softening. “I love that book. I have read that book five
times. See?” The man pulled a tattered copy of the Skies book from
his backpack “I take it with me everywhere I go.”
Beverly’s uneasiness dissolved when she saw the tears welling up
in the young man’s eyes. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Tyler.” The man replied.
Beverly went home that night, unable to shake the encounter at the
Al-Anon meeting. She sat down to read Skies Are Not Cloudy All
Day, wondering what it was that had touched that young man so
dramatically. Tyler’s girlfriend reminded her so much of her own
daughter, who was addicted to alcohol and living in Florida. She
finished the book at 2 in the morning and called Judy early the
next morning, thanking her for passing the book on to her. Beverly
sent the book to her daughter that afternoon.
It amazes me the letters I get from people who have read the book
and the stories of what they have been through. These are people I
would never run into in my daily routine. Yet somehow, some way,
God uses the stories of what He did in my life to touch these
people in a significant way. I am here to tell you, God will use
your testimony, no matter what it is, to bring hurting people to
Himself. All He asks is that you share it! I encourage you to
listen closely for God’s prompting and step out when you feel the
The Skies book is my testimony; I will give this book to whoever
wants to read it. The only thing I ask is for it to be passed on
just like it was given to you. I am confident that the Lord will
show you whom to give it to.
After all, Judy might be right… it just might be a soul seeking
William H. Cox is the author of Skies Are Not Cloudy All Day. The
Lord prompted him to write and give it away to people on the
street, in prison, and to the homeless. In 2015, Bill threw out a
fleece to the Lord. If the ranch sold in 30 days, he would have
10,000 copies of the book printed and would deliver them to rescue
missions and prisons across the country. He got an offer in 28
days. Bill quit his job, and with the help of the Body of Christ,
in six months had all 10,000 books in almost every Gospel Rescue
Mission west of Colorado, and many throughout the rest of the
country. Denominational walls disintegrated as people read the
book and took it upon themselves to help get it out. Bill
continues to give this book away to anyone who would like to read
it. For more information on the 10,000 book giveaway, please go to
the website below. The Steward Foundation, a non–profit
organization, has offered to print the book and will take tax-
deductible donations to help print it. You can pick up a free copy
of Skies Are not Cloudy All Day at North Summit Church in
Sandpoint or at Kokanee Coffee, also in Sandpoint. Bill also sells
two other books he has written to offset the cost of distributing
Skies Are Not Cloudy All Day to folks who cannot afford to pay for
postage. The other two books, A Dogs Love and The Last Cast are
available at: www.rustyironranchllc.com. You can contact Bill at:
P.O. Box 1582,
Sandpoint, Idaho 83864