sponsored by:
Stories
“Come and hear, all you who fear God,
and I will tell what he has done for my soul.”
Psalm 66:16
God is telling the world a wonderful story. It began before the creation of the world. It reached its pinnacle as Jesus conquered the bonds of sin and death. And it continues today through you and me.
God has created us to be His storytellers. That all we encounter in His word, all that we see with our own eyes, and all that we hear and experience would be shared with the world. So that, others may be introduced to and begin to experience God along with us (1 John 1:1-4).
These personal testimonies will encourage you. They will comfort and challenge you. They will incite within you a desire, a hunger and a thirst, to draw nearer to our wonderful Savior who created everything and holds it all together (Colossians 1:16-17).
We all have a story to tell. Here are some from people you may know.
Recent Blogs
Inspiration
2 Timothy 3:16 reminds us that all Scripture is inspired by God and is useful. It teaches us what is true and makes us realize what is wrong in our own lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right.
It is alive and it is powerful. It inspires us toward God and exposes our innermost thoughts and desires (Hebrews 4:12).
We hold in high regard the word of God. And we want to share that value with you to inspire you in your own journey in life.
We host a number of regular contributors who will speak Scripture to you out of the working of God in their own lives. They will provide their unique perspectives as God continues to mold and shape them into His own image, into the image of His Son, through their encounters with Him in His word and their own personal experiences.
Enjoy these inspirational teachings. May they encourage you in all things that pertain to life and Godliness and may you be inspired through them.
Since I was 12 years old, I’ve had an incredible sensitivity to race-related issues and have carried a significant weight of personal responsibility to address them. Maybe it was my dad’s fault. He played no games with me when it came to the classroom. At 14, his mom died and he started working full-time to provide for his siblings. He received a diploma but never made more than $10 an hour in over 40 years of working third shift in mills. He managed his money well and demanded academic excellence from me because he was determined for me to do “better” than him. As a result, in middle school I was the only black guy in my grade in the academically gifted classes. There was one black guy in those classes in the grade above me and one in the grade below me.