"Only I can tell you what is going to happen even before it happens."
A Father's Preface
Before we get into mathematics, hidden structures, and the architecture of the universe, I want to tell you something more important:
God wastes nothing.
Not a single year of your pain. Not a single night of your tears. Not a single season that felt like it was going nowhere. Every hard thing that has ever happened to you is raw material in the hands of a God who specializes in redemption.
I know this because it happened to me.
The Story Behind the Discovery
My name is Wade Balzer. I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I grew up in church, raised in faith, and life moved along as it does.
Then, around 2004 and 2005, everything fell apart.
I went through a divorce. Five children were involved. I use the word treacherous not to place blame, but because that's the only honest word for what it felt like — navigating the wreckage of a broken home while trying to still be a father, still be a man, still find solid ground.
What I did in that season — almost by instinct — was lean into Scripture. Not because I had it all figured out. Not because I was especially spiritual. But because when everything around you is unstable, you look for something that doesn't move.
In the months that followed, something else began happening — quieter, harder to name. Numbers kept appearing. Not randomly, not in a way I could easily explain, but with a persistence that felt like someone trying to get my attention in a language I didn't yet speak. I was familiar with the scholarly work on numbers in Scripture, but what I was seeing wasn't in any of those books. I had no grid for it. No map. No compass. Just the numbers, and the slow, uncertain conviction that they meant something — and that the pain I was walking through was somehow part of the road that led to finding out what.
I didn't know where that road was going. I only knew I couldn't stop walking it.
October 23, 2006
It was an ordinary workday. No special occasion, no religious event. I sat at my desk expecting nothing out of the ordinary.
And then something happened that I still cannot fully explain — only describe.
A voice. Not audible. Not external. But unmistakably not my own thoughts, either. Clear. Direct. Personal. It began speaking to me about who I am.
My first reaction was not wonder. It was skepticism.
I'm going crazy. Or this is the devil. Or both.
I was fairly certain God wasn't crazy — so that left me with two uncomfortable options.
I began to argue. To question. And this is where it turned into something I could not dismiss:
I asked a question — inwardly, the kind of question you don't even fully form in words.
The voice responded with a book, a chapter, and a verse.
It wasn't just any chapter and verse, but it was a chapter and verse of the number I kept encountering for months.
I opened my Bible. It was a direct answer to the question I had just asked.
I thought: coincidence.
I asked another question.
Another book, same chapter and verse. Another direct answer.
Twice can still be coincidence.
A third time. Same chapter and verse number — different book entirely. Again, a precise answer to the exact question I had just asked.
The conversation lasted maybe five minutes.
The fruit of it is still unfolding twenty years later.
The Principle That Changes Everything
After that encounter, I walked away with one conviction burned into me:
God is a Redeemer of Time.
Say it again: God is a Redeemer of Time.
This means the painful years are not lost years. The wasted seasons were not wasted. The detours were not mistakes.
A redeemer in the biblical sense is someone who buys back what was lost — who takes something that was forfeited and restores it to its rightful owner. The concept comes from the Hebrew word ga'al (גָּאַל), the kinsman-redeemer who could legally reclaim what had been surrendered.
God applies this to time itself.
He doesn't just redeem your future. He reaches backward into your past and redeems even that.
For the Young Person Reading This
You may be 14, and your parents just split up. Or you're 17, and you feel like you've already made too many mistakes to have a good story. Or you're 22 and you feel like you're already behind.
You are not behind.
You cannot be behind on a timeline that God holds in His hands.
Your painful chapter is not the end of your story. In fact — and this is the strange, wonderful logic of the Kingdom — it may be the very chapter that unlocks everything else.
Mine was.
The Journey That Followed
After October 23, 2006, I began digging. Not because someone told me to. Not as a theological exercise. But because I was haunted by a question:
How did He do that?
How does a book — written by 40 different authors over 1,500 years, across three continents and three languages — how does that book answer your unspoken question with chapter and verse, consistently and precisely?
The answer, as I've spent twenty years uncovering, is that the Bible has a structure — a mathematical architecture — that no human committee could have engineered.
Every book has a front side. Most readers never leave it. But some books, if you know where to look, have a backside — a hidden layer that only reveals itself to the one willing to go further.
The Bible has a backside.
That's the path we're about to walk together.
What's Coming
In the articles that follow, we'll explore:
- The tools that open the hidden layer of Scripture — Strong's Concordance, Webster's 1828, and the mathematical constants woven into the text
- Why Superman's name is a Hebrew phrase meaning "Voice of God"
- How the speed of light appears encoded in the structure of the Bible
- The Seven Pillars of Scripture — a hidden architectural skeleton across the entire text
- What the name Samson does when you type it into a phone
- Why you — your name, your identity, your very reflection — may be written into the Book before you were born.
(That may need its own article series.)
None of this requires you to already believe. It only requires that you be willing to look.
A Closing Word
The encounter I had in 2006 didn't make me a theologian. It made me a digger. A man with a question he couldn't leave alone, who has spent two decades with his hands in the soil of Scripture, pulling up things that shimmer.
And here is what I've found, more than anything else:
The God of the Bible knew you were coming.
He wrote your name in a book. He encoded your story into the very structure of His Word. And He has been waiting — patiently, creatively, with a father's love — for you to find it.
The painful season that brought you to this moment?
He was already there. Ahead of you. Redeeming it.
I am still walking.
And it is worth it.
Reflection Questions
- Can you think of a painful season in your own life that, looking back, opened a door you wouldn't have walked through otherwise?
- If God exists outside of time and knew your question before you asked it — what question would you most want to ask Him?
- What would it mean for your life right now if nothing you've been through has been wasted?