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How Everyday People Live Out Their Christian Faith

Illustrating how men and women display their love for Jesus in their day-to-day lives.
Little things that may have an eternal impact. Might these stories motivate you to use your talents?

Loving Your Neighbor Unique Ministries
THE PAPER ROUTE

There’s something incredibly special about spending your entire life in one place. I’m 65 years old, and I spent the first 18 of them on Johnson Road in Wallburg, North Carolina. It’s a quiet, meandering road dotted with ranch homes, farmland, and good people. I was blessed with an idyllic childhood there. My father must have known that my siblings and I wouldn’t want to stray far from the nest, because he wisely purchased land just two miles away for us to build on. As soon as I got married, I knew exactly where I would settle down. Over the years, I’ve seen Johnson Road change with the times. Some of my original neighbors have passed on to their heavenly homes. Now, their houses are filled with young people and children -- the next generation entrusted to steward this stretch of land we love. In fact, my youngest daughter, Carly, now lives in my childhood home with her own family. However, there are a handful of folks on the road who still remember me as a child. When I was a young mother, I delivered cassette tapes of the Sunday sermon to them, bringing the message into their homes when they couldn’t get out to attend church. As technology advanced, those tapes became obsolete, replaced by online streaming. I yearned for a way to connect with my neighbors again. A few years ago, God laid it on my heart to start what my husband and I call “The Paper Route.” A few times a week, we drive the short jaunt over to see those… Read More

December 24, 2025
Recovery
HE MET ME IN MY RUIN

For most of my life, I carried invisible wounds. Childhood trauma left deep marks--emotional, physical, and spiritual--that I didn’t know how to face. I learned to survive by pretending everything was fine, but inside, I was unraveling. To dull the pain, I turned to anything that could distract me from it. Food became comfort, alcohol became escape and relationships became my way of feeling seen. I kept searching for something to fill the ache, never realizing what I was truly longing for was peace--the kind only Jesus could bring. Then came the night my soul broke open. It was the darkest night I had ever known; the kind where even your own heartbeat feels painful. I sat alone, surrounded by silence, holding a handful of pills, and whispered “I just wanted to go home… wherever home was.” I truly believed everyone would be better off without a shattered mess like me. The pain inside felt unbearable, I was ready to let go. And then, in that stillness, something sacred happened. It wasn’t a voice or a vision; just a quiet, undeniable presence that filled the room like light breaking through smoke: “I’m not done with you.” Those words stopped me cold. I fell to the floor, sobbing, realizing that Jesus hadn’t left me. He had been there all along, waiting for me in the ashes. Jesus didn’t demand that I be better, He didn’t ask for perfection. He simply poured love into every place I thought was beyond repair. That night became my beginning. Healing came slowly; through surrender, forgiveness, and learning to walk with… Read More

December 17, 2025
Overcoming Obstacles Prayer Prison Ministry
GOD FREED ME

I spent 10 years in prison because of the choices I made during the darkest season of my life. I was deep into drugs, anger, and pride, and one terrible night, it all caught up with me. I got into a violent fight that left a man seriously injured, and I was charged with aggravated assault. For a long time, I blamed everyone else. But the truth was simple—I had become a person I didn’t even recognize. I hurt people, I lied, and I lived like nothing and no one mattered. By the time I was sentenced, I had burned every bridge I had. Prison didn’t soften me. It hardened me even more. I carried anger like an armor. I woke up with it, walked the yard with it, and let it sit on my chest every night like a weight I couldn’t lift. Shame followed me everywhere, and I kept replaying the night of my arrest, wondering where it went wrong until the memory felt like a wound that never healed. One afternoon, while I sat alone at a metal table in the rec room, the chaplain approached me. He didn’t preach or give a long speech. He simply placed a worn Bible in front of me and said, “Whenever you’re ready.” Then he walked away. I stared at that book long after he left, unsure why I didn’t push it aside. That night, when the block went quiet, I opened it. I just flipped through and read whatever caught my eye. The stories surprised me. They were full of broken people, men and… Read More

December 10, 2025
Overcoming Obstacles
THE BEST OF TIMES

Charles Dickens’ enduring line, “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times,” perfectly describes my life in 1976. Parties were plentiful, responsibilities were shallow, and worries felt far away. Yet, this way that seemed “right” left me with a deep sense of longing. The faith I had inherited from my parents, once a steady anchor, now felt irrelevant. Looking back, I was like a punctured balloon, drifting erratically and aimlessly until all the air spilled out. Christmas Eve 1976 was just another day of party hopping. In fact, I didn’t even realize it was Christmas Eve. As I made my way to the next stop, I suddenly felt the pressure of a sturdy hand on my shoulder — a bit unsettling, since I was all alone. Yet, I allowed it to guide me through the countryside and into the parking lot of a church preparing for a Christmas Eve service. I joined the flow of congregants entering the sanctuary. As I worshipped, I told myself, “I am supposed to be here.” From that night forward, I began attending worship regularly, and 50 years later, I hardly ever miss (my pastor can vouch for that!). My life today is still the best of times and the worst of times. It is the best of times because I have found the way that leads to new life, hope, and purpose. I have found where God wants us to be. Yet, it is the worst of times because I lament for those who are still lost, traveling down the road that seems right to them.… Read More

December 3, 2025
Loss Of Loved One Overcoming Obstacles Recovery
FINDING GRACE IN GRIEF

The week of Thanksgiving is meant to be joyous. It’s a celebratory, anticipatory week that culminates in a big family gathering, filled with gratitude and nostalgia. On November 22, 2022, that’s exactly what I was anticipating. Then, I got a phone call that changed my life forever. It was my parents. They called to tell me that my older brother, Jason, had been in a helicopter crash off I-77 in Charlotte, NC. As a television meteorologist, Jason was in the air that morning learning the station’s new camera system. It was supposed to be a routine trip, but it turned into my family’s worst nightmare. Jason and the pilot both passed away in the crash. Instead of a Thanksgiving feast, we ate funeral casseroles around a dining table that had one seat too many. It was the worst week of our lives. We all grieved differently, but we grieved hard. Jason left behind the love of his life, my sister-in-law Jillian, along with their four teenage children. Nothing made sense, and everything hurt. We were shrouded in darkness, unable to take any next steps. For our family, it was a Good Friday moment. We’d suffered a terrible loss, but God doesn’t leave us by ourselves in that darkness. He walks alongside us, ever gentle, ever waiting, until Sunday comes. It didn’t happen in three days. It didn’t happen in three months. It will be three years this Thanksgiving, and we still have difficult days. But God has been working mightily on our hearts and in our lives. Since losing Jason, I’ve recommitted myself to making faith… Read More

November 26, 2025
Adoption/Foster Care Children Loving Your Neighbor
CHANGING LIFE’S PATH FOR KIDS

As a kid who lived on the streets of Uganda for almost five years, I know what it feels like to grow up in a world where love, caring, and kindness are nowhere to be found. But I was helped by the kindness of a stranger who brought me to the Lord. And wanting to change life’s path for kids that have been neglected, I have now fostered 47 children and adopted 6 kids, all as a single dad. I had a very abusive father; so abusive that I thought he would eventually kill me. This led me to run away from home at age 10, and I lived on the streets of Kampala for nearly five years. To the outside world, my dad was extremely religious. So for him to be so abusive was very confusing to me, and turned me off to all religion. It also created a lot of anger in me toward my dad. While I lived on the streets, the abuse continued from time to time, but since it wasn’t someone I knew, it just didn’t feel as bad. One day, a stranger gave me something to eat. I thought this would turn into another abusive situation. After all, everyone I knew that did something nice for me turned out to be hurtful. But I was hungry, so I took the meal. But there was no abuse. He continued to buy me lunch every week. Then he invited me to eat with his entire family. Again, I was skeptical since everyone who previously cared for me was abusive. I was that… Read More

November 19, 2025

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