Mr. Allen was born August 26, 1957 in Lebanon, Indiana.
His
mother became pregnant, then decided to marry the father of
her baby.
The marriage
lasted roughly ten years before ending in divorce. A younger
brother and he were the only children.
He lived with his father until the age of seventeen before
running away. He
left to live
with his mother and grandmother in Frankfort, Indiana.
He would later graduate from Frankfort High in 1976 with an
A-B average.
Some college studies would follow.
As a young man, he developed some rather bad habits. He
smoked and drank,
but would later give his heart to the Lord in his 20’s.
He
held numerous jobs, but in 1988 he started his own general
contractor business.
Joining the Air Force Reserves in 1980 is where he met his
wife, Cindy. They
married in
1982 and are still happily together.
They are the parents of three daughters, Randie, Raine,
and Katie.
The first quarter of 2001 wasn't a very good time for
business, work was nonexistence.
At that time, God told
Greg to write his first book, Builder of the Spirit. He had never
written anything before, but that didn’t seem to matter to
God.
One day, while working outside, God spoke to Greg. The
Lord said, "Grab a piece of
paper and pencil, write down what I say." Greg
recalled saying, “Slow down Lord, I
can’t write that fast!” God said the title of His book would be Builder
of the Spirit -
it would touch the
lives of thousands.
Mr. Allen is
an author, songwriter, and the Founder of Builder of the Spirit
Ministries.
Although retired from construction he still travels, does book
signings and speaks.
Greg
states,
"I never really know how it will flow when I write - the
Holy Spirit guides me
when I do. I was never much of a reader or writer
before, but God has changed all that!"
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A WRITER'S
PRAYER
Lord, make my
pen an implement of Thy power.
Where there is
ignorance, let it bring enlightenment.
Where there is
prejudice, understanding.
Where there is
cynicism, faith.
Where there is
indifference, challenge.
Where there is
loneliness, companionship.
Where there is
fear, courage.
Where there is
ugliness, beauty.
Where there is
weariness, re-creation.
Place upon the
feeble fingers that guide the pen Thine all-encompassing
hand.
Fill my mind
with Thy truth, my heart with thy love, my whole being with
thy spirit.
Grant to me
the supreme gift of forgetfulness of self in service to
others.
Make Thy purpose mine.
Amen
By:
Frances Bourne Taft
