Ministry is nothing more than being willing to do the work that God calls a believer to do. Sure, you can try to do it in your flesh. But the result will never be what could have been if His hand is not leading. That is why everything I have ever focused on in God’s work had to have His stamp of approval. Whether that was my work as a Pastor or reaching others though providing a food bank and Thanksgiving dinners. As the shepherd of a flock, God ordained my steps to preach the Word and see many come to Jesus over the years. I was out of the pastorate for a few years when God spoke to me to do more in reaching out to the homeless and needy in the Denver area. In 1998, my wife and I started a work in providing food for the local low-income folks at the East Denver YMCA. Not only was it God's blessing to be able to provide Thanksgiving meals each year, but the outreach of the Foodbank became a reality. The Foodbank of the Rockies continues to be our “partner” in being able to physically feed the many in this area of urban Denver. The Lord truly has done amazing things over the years in allowing us to reach out to our community, both in feeding the flock and in seeing the Word touch many lives. Many individuals and families have come to know Jesus and His redemptive work simply by needing a meal. One thing we do at… Read More
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?
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God led me to be part of a ministry I never imagined. Located inside a women’s shelter, Prodigal Pottery teaches women who may have been victims of abuse, addiction or trafficking to make pottery. It’s amazing to see how God put all the pieces of this ministry in place. I majored in fine arts and went to Rwanda for a year to work with women's craft cooperatives and teach art to children orphaned from the genocide. When I came home, I wondered what doors God would open for me. The King’s Home, a faith-based women’s shelter, had been given an industrial-sized kiln to make pottery. They had no idea what they would do with it, but someone associated with the home knew me and asked if I’d be interested in starting a pottery program for women who lived there. At first, I said no; I just didn’t feel equipped to work with women that had been through such rough experiences. And I said no a couple other times before finally saying I would just visit to see their equipment. But when I got there and toured the home, I knew God was calling me to work there. I started in 2014 with three women coming to learn how to make pottery. It became a time when I could minister to them, love on them and talk through anything that was on their minds. We made some pottery pieces that we brought to a small art show a few months later. To our amazement, we sold every single piece of pottery,… Read More
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We were making plans. The plans that ambitious teenagers make. The sky was the limit. It was the foundation we stood upon to reach our mega dreams. My brother had recently graduated from high school and I was excited to walk that same corridor to a brighter future. We felt like we deserved hope after enduring many hardships during childhood and adolescence. Then, a typical fun day at home with friends quickly turned into a fatal tragedy. I watched my brother slip away from me right before my eyes. Life seemed pointless. I managed to graduate and enroll at the University of Tennessee at Martin with a basketball scholarship. That opportunity was my access to college, but I did not have the ticket to sustain me. I was living my dreams, yet I felt alone and empty. I became depressed and was making plans not to live. Circumstances caused me to transfer to Union University located in my hometown of Memphis. My new college coach would have devotion every Monday with the team. One evening, I was in his office and his discernment prompted a profound question, “LaTesa, are you a Believer?” No one had ever asked me that question. He planted the seed that later gave me the strength to call out to God with a bottle of pills in my hand. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I received my ticket that granted me access to a new game! I started making moves with God on my side. Today, I serve as the district social worker for Millington… Read More
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When the devastating winter storm hit Texas in February of 2021, many of my high school football players and their families found themselves in a critical situation. Some didn't have heat, water, food or even transportation to get anything to eat. I texted a number of them to see what they might need and they told me of their dire situation. As their head coach, I knew I had to act. I’ve always made the foundation of our team be “Love Each Other. Serve Each Other.” It’s a way for me to share my Christian beliefs. But this was a time to live it out and show them how this looks. So my wife, my parents and I started making sack lunches for our kids, their siblings and their families. The four of us made a production line where we put a ham or turkey sandwich, chips, a granola bar, fruit, a pop tart and bottles of water in as many paper sacks as we could find. We got in the car and drove through some fairly challenging circumstances to deliver the 65 meals to our players and their families. The next day, our superintendent, Conrado Garcia, wanted to open up our high school gym as a warming station and shelter for the community. He asked us to make meals for anybody that needed some food. So we did. It was a blessing to have an opportunity to serve others. We can all talk about what we should do to help others, and we do as their coaches at every opportunity we get. In fact,… Read More
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I own a body and fabrication shop in a small town in east-central Ohio. I feel blessed to be able to do what I love every day. But even more exciting than creating cool things out of metal and bringing old rust buckets back to life is the opportunity to share my faith with anyone who stops by. From the day I opened the shop, I let it be known my door is always open. While I can’t hire any full-time employees, I enjoy giving young people a chance to work for a day every so often. I’m able to use my skills to build relationships as we fashion metal and rebuild cars. ‘Don’t invite them to church, invite them to life’ is one of my favorite mantras. For several years, I offered classes to introduce myself to the community. Kids came to make snowmen out of bolts and metalwork flowers so they could have Christmas gifts for their parents. And I enjoy helping older kids discover the finer points of car care. I’ve shown some how to machine metal and repair vehicles. One year, we planted a community garden in the yard adjacent to the shop, and the outside wall facing the plot has become a display case for the children’s fence-sized artwork. Today, I experience the high point of this endeavor every time someone walks in the door to shoot the breeze. Most just need a listening ear, but many times, I have an opportunity to share Jesus. I remember the time in my life when I smoked,… Read More
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When I was 20 years old, I went in to have a routine tonsillectomy surgery. A day later, I was completely blind and deaf in one ear. It is still so shocking. After the outpatient surgery, I was discharged and my parents took me home. At 3:00 am, my mom came in to give me water to moisten my throat but found me totally unresponsive. I was rushed to the hospital where I was immediately intubated and put on a ventilator. I later was told that if I hadn’t made it to the hospital within 30 minutes, I wouldn’t be here. When I woke up the next day, I couldn’t see anything. Or hear in one ear. I was totally devastated. I was so active as a college student; I was on the equestrian team and one of the top three riders in the nation in both my freshman and sophomore seasons. But now, I found myself completely blind. I had to learn how to exist in a sightless world: how to read Braille, use assisted technologies, walk with a cane. I had been raised a Christian but had pretty much lost my relationship with Jesus by the time I entered college. But I reverted back to my Christian foundation. I found myself praying constantly for God to restore me, to give back my sight. To give me comfort, peace and strength. I couldn’t really bring myself to open up to my parents or friends about how depressed I was, but found I could always bring it to God. And something unusual happened. He answered… Read More