In stark contrast to his father's steady walk, Dub's journey was one of self-destruction, addiction, and profound despair. By 2016, he had reached a state of complete self-destruction—a total self-emptying that left him "homeless and emaciated," certain his end had come. It was there, in the depths of that brokenness, that an act of undeniable grace cut through the darkness with a life-altering message: 

"Dub, my son, this is not your end, it is your new beginning. Go out and serve your fellow man. Be the son you were born to be." 

That moment ignited a faith that is loud, unpolished, and sometimes abrasive. While his father’s heart is a wellspring, Dub’s is a testament to the fire of rebirth, a "heart dripping with faith" that connects instantly with those who feel broken, lost, and forgotten. 

These two streams of faith—one a gentle current, the other a raging river—were destined by divine providence to converge in the midst of a family crisis that would forge their ultimate purpose. 

In 2019, the mission was cemented in the despair of Dub's sister, D.G. Lost in a deep depression and on the verge of ending her life, she experienced her own divine intervention. A voice spoke with absolute clarity, giving her a new direction: 

"You are the gift your brother needs. His mission will be realized in your healing. Call him." 

Those two words were the thread that began to knit the family back together. The event was more than a reconciliation; it was foundational proof that true, God-given purpose can emerge directly from the deepest valleys of struggle. Crucially, D.G. was the one who had always seemed “together'," and her crisis proved that brokenness is not limited to the visibly struggling. It revealed that even those who appear whole are often just one thread away from unraveling, broadening the scope of the family’s calling to all who suffer in silence. 

This newly forged family unit, now whole and bound by a shared testimony of restoration, was uniquely prepared to face the larger societal crisis looming on the horizon. 

The year 2022 marked a turning point, not just for the Gafs family, but for the world. The "communal fabric" that binds society began to tear as fellowship vanished, replaced by the isolating noise of political and social vitriol. Seeing faith slip away as division rose, the family recognized a profound spiritual crisis that demanded a response. 

Moved by the world's growing brokenness, Mr. Gafs and Dub knelt together "countless times, begging for guidance." In these moments of shared concern, their two distinct styles—the father's traditional ministry and the son's raw authenticity—converged. The gentle guide and the unpolished servant united their hearts in a single prayer for their community, their state, and their nation. 

The answer they received was not a suggestion, but a foundational mandate—the directive that would become W.D. Gafs LLC. It came with ringing clarity, affirming their unique partnership: 

"Go out and heal my people. Sew them back into the fabric of my image. Many speak, but so few hear them. They hear you, my sons." 

This was their sacramental mandate. The instruction to offer their gifts elevated their mission beyond a social good into a form of tangible, covenantal offering of healing to a suffering community. It validated their contrasting approaches, revealing that the world needed both, the anchor of integrity and the fire of redemption to cut through the noise. 

This moment transformed their personal journeys and family history into a singular, urgent, and public mission to restore the connections that division had severed.