I was born, raised, and baptized as an infant into a Catholic home. My grandparents made sure I knew about God, faith and religion. I am so thankful for my upbringing!! After I made my confirmation in the eighth grade I pretty much stopped going to church. It was as if I had done what I needed… I checked off every box that the Catholic Church recommended. And I thought I was done. I never forgot who God was, but it wasn’t a part of my daily life after that. Read more...
October 2nd, 2025, began like any ordinary day for Irish-born singer-songwriter Clare Cunningham — but it quickly turned into one she’ll never forget. During her morning prayer time, she was talking to God about a financial situation connected to her music career when a quiet but distinct thought dropped into her spirit: “Go buy a lottery ticket.” Clare laughed, brushing it off. “Surely that can’t be God,” she thought. Read more...
A little over a month ago, I had a virtual meeting with Kevin Beasley and some folks on his team. I believe he saw in my posts all the ways I was being attacked even though I was desperately trying to break free from them. My pain and suffering was even being silenced in the church, over and over again. The place meant for refuge for the brokenhearted was the very place I felt I was being shunned from for being honest. I’m still unsure if it was true or my perception, or actual spiritual attacks trying to prevent me from being free from bondage. Read more...
On the weekend of June 12, the DMC Training team traveled to LaGrange, Indiana, to launch the Indiana Region of the Disciple-Making Collective. It was an amazing weekend of training new disciple-makers in the DMC tools and pathways. Read more...
I was born into my home with my mom and my dad. We lived in a couple locations but in Ohio primarily with him, and he was everything I knew to be love. And that was where my identity was. That was what filled me. And I didn't know anything about God. So to me, as a child, your father is the representation of God. For me, that's how it was. Read more...
I grew up in a small town, home to Dolly Parton, of course, in East Tennessee. And I was adopted. I was the oldest of four children. And we were a middle-ass family. I was loved deeply. They were good parents. We grew up going to church. We grew up, that was what we did. Sunday morning, we got ready. We went to church. Read more...