My name is Leon Purley, aka “Leon the Jokester,” a blind comedian in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I grew up in Moreno Valley, California, home of money and pollution. I was raised in a Christian household by my mom. One of my biggest hobbies as a kid was playing basketball and writing funny stories. My mother kept me with a pen and notepad at all times. She saw something special in me and knew someday I would write many books. I attended Rainbow Ridge elementary school and always had a lot of friends. I met a kid in my neighborhood who was cool at… Read More
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A series of wrong choices and behaviors led me to criminal charges and prison time at a minimum-security work camp in my state. But rather than revisit all that in detail, I would rather share my story about what the Lord has done in my life since that hard season. Since I was released from prison, God has led and guided in ways I could have never even imagined! When I was first released, the Lord gave me a good job at a factory and even a promotion before 90 days. Then I began a second job: cooking at a homeless shelter part-time. I… Read More
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After my wife passed away, the world felt unbearably quiet. She loved gardening more than anything: roses, daisies, tomatoes, even the stubborn little herbs that never cooperated. We used to tend them together on Saturday mornings, coffee cups in hand, talking about everything and nothing. When she was gone, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Grief makes time slowdown in the cruelest way. Behind our church was a small plot of land no one really paid attention to. The weeds were winning, the soil was tired, and the place looked about how I felt. One morning, without really thinking, I grabbed her gardening… Read More
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When a normal school day turned into a life-or-death moment, a middle school teacher named Sarah discovered that God’s presence isn’t limited to church walls. Sometimes, He shows up right in the middle of a classroom. It was a normal Tuesday afternoon, just another busy day teaching seventh graders. The classroom was noisy, full of laughter and chatter, when suddenly one of my students, Ethan, collapsed near his desk. At first, I thought he had fainted, but when I reached him, I realized he wasn’t breathing. His face had gone pale, and he didn’t have a pulse. For a split second, panic… Read More
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I grew up in a home where winter felt like an enemy that we could never quite outrun. My mom worked two jobs, and our old furnace broke so often that I learned what cold felt like in a way most kids never should. I used to lie awake at night praying, “Lord, please help us get through one more storm.” Maybe that’s why, when I became an HVAC repairman years later, I told God He could use my hands however He wanted. I didn’t have a grand ministry plan. I just remembered what it felt like to be cold, scared, and invisible.… Read More
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I’m only 17, but my grandpa used to tell me something that stuck harder than most lessons in school. He’d tap the side of his mower, look me dead in the eyes, and say, “Son, this is what Jesus would do.” He meant helping widows - especially the ones in our neighborhood who didn’t have anyone left to look after them. When he passed away last year, I didn’t know how to handle the grief. Grandpa was the kind of man whose kindness filled the whole room, I felt lost without him. One afternoon, while sitting in the garage, I saw his old mower pushed against… Read More






