Tag: Endurance

The Water Station

Today’s a new day! Over the last few months, I have written a collection of short stories entitled “Miles That Still Matter.” I thought I would share another one with you today. ~OC

The church hosted a community 5K every spring.

For years, Ed had been one of the lead runners. Now he volunteered at the water station near mile two.

At first, he hated it.

Watching runners glide past felt like torture.

But halfway through the race, a teenage boy stopped near the table, bent over, exhausted.

“I can’t do this,” the boy gasped.

Ed handed him water.

“What’s your name?”

“Eli.”

“First race?”

The boy nodded.

Ed smiled. “You know the biggest lie in distance running?”

Eli shrugged.

“That strong runners never struggle.”

Ed pointed down the road.

“The best runners in the world hit walls. They cramp. They doubt themselves. The difference is they keep moving.”

Eli looked unconvinced.

Ed continued, “That’s true spiritually too. 

Following Jesus doesn’t mean you never get tired. It means you keep turning toward Him when you are.”

The starting horn echoed faintly in the distance behind them.

Ed said softly, “The cross was uphill too.”

Eli stood quietly for a moment.

Then he took another cup of water.

“I think I can finish.”

Ed grinned.

“One mile at a time.”

As Eli jogged away, Ed realized something holy:

God had taken him off the racecourse so he could stand at the water station for hurting souls.

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Alive, Awake, Alert

Today’s a new day!

As I continue walking this journey, I do so alive, awake, alert, and enthusiastic for Jesus. Life has a way of trying to wear us down. There are days filled with uncertainty, storms that seem relentless, and moments when exhaustion tries to silence our praise. Yet through it all, Christ continues to breathe fresh life into my spirit. He reminds me that faith was never meant to be passive or lifeless. Following Jesus is an active, living relationship that transforms the way we walk, speak, love, and endure.

To be alive in Christ means my heart still burns with purpose. To be awake means I refuse to sleep through the calling God has placed on my life. To be alert means I recognize that every conversation, every trial, and every blessing is an opportunity to reflect His light. And to be enthusiastic for Jesus means I will never apologize for celebrating the One who saved my soul, carried me through valleys, and never once abandoned me in my darkest hours.

This journey is not always easy, but it is always worth it. Jesus never promised a life free of hardship, but He did promise His presence. Even on difficult days, there is joy because Christ is still King. There is hope because the tomb is still empty. There is peace because God is still on the throne. The enemy may try to discourage believers, but discouragement does not define us. Our identity is found in Jesus Christ alone.

So I will continue forward with passion and expectancy. I will continue loving people, speaking truth, extending grace, and pointing others toward the Savior. I want my life to reflect a heart that is fully surrendered and fully alive in Him. This world desperately needs believers who are awake to the movement of God and enthusiastic about sharing the Gospel without fear or hesitation.

Today, I choose joy. I choose faith. I choose worship. And above all else, I choose Jesus. ~OC

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The Empty Road

Today’s a new day! Over the last few months, I have written a collection of short stories entitled “Miles That Still Matter.” I thought I would share one with you today. ~OC

Every morning at 5:00 a.m., Ed still woke up before sunrise.

For twenty years, he had laced up his running shoes before the world stirred awake. Marathons had shaped his life. He knew the quiet roads, the rhythm of breath, the ache in his legs at mile twenty-two, and the victory of crossing finish lines.

But now the shoes sat untouched beside the door.

A neurological condition had changed everything.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he whispered every morning, though he knew tomorrow would not come.

One chilly Florida morning, Ed sat on his porch with a cup of coffee, listening to a Carolina Wren sing from the oak tree nearby. His neighbor, Marcus, walked by slowly with his dog.

“Haven’t seen you running lately,” Marcus said carefully.

Ed forced a smile. “Doctors say those days are over.”

Marcus nodded awkwardly. “That’s rough.”

For a long moment, neither man spoke.

Then Ed quietly said, “You know what marathon running taught me?”

“What’s that?”

“That life isn’t won in the fast miles. It’s won in the hard ones.”

Marcus looked at him curiously.

Ed continued, “Anybody can run downhill with fresh legs. But when your body screams to quit and you keep going anyway—that’s where character shows up.”

Marcus stared at the ground.

“My wife left last month,” he admitted. “I honestly don’t know how to keep going.”

Ed leaned back in his chair.

“In a marathon,” he said, “you never focus on all twenty-six miles. You just look for the next step. Jesus works that way too. He doesn’t always give us the whole roadmap. Sometimes He just says, ‘Walk with Me to the next mile marker.’”

Marcus wiped his eyes.

That morning, Ed realized something.

He could no longer run races.

But he could still help weary people finish theirs.

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Cereal And The Gospel

Today’s a new day! 

In many ways, cereal can remind us of the Gospel. On the surface, a bowl of cereal may seem simple and ordinary, something many people rush through every morning without much thought. Yet when you pour the milk, every piece in the bowl is covered equally. The Gospel works the same way. God’s grace does not only cover the wealthy, the famous, or the “perfect” people. The love of Jesus reaches every person willing to receive Him. Some cereals are sweet, some plain, some colorful, and some broken into crumbs at the bottom of the box, but they all belong in the bowl. In the same way, the church is filled with different people from different walks of life, yet we are all invited to the same table of grace through Christ. The Gospel reminds us that no one is too broken, too small, or too far gone for the love of God.

Cereal also teaches us something about spiritual hunger. No matter how good cereal looks sitting in the box, it cannot nourish anyone until it is opened and received. The Bible says that Jesus is the Bread of Life, and just hearing about Him is not enough; we must personally receive Him into our hearts. Many people today are spiritually starving while trying to fill their lives with temporary things that never satisfy. Just as breakfast gives strength for the day ahead, spending time with God through prayer, worship, and Scripture strengthens our spirit for life’s battles. And sometimes, like the prize hidden in old cereal boxes, God places unexpected blessings inside seasons we thought were ordinary. The Gospel is not complicated religion; it is the daily reminder that Jesus meets us where we are, fills what is empty, and gives us exactly what our souls need. ~OC

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Not In The Storm

Today’s a new day!

There comes a moment in life when you realize the journey is not about pretending to be strong every second of every day. It is about learning how to walk honestly with God through both the beautiful moments and the painful ones. As I continue walking this crazy beautiful health journey, I am jumping into the deep end of life.  I am choosing to live fully, love deeply, and embrace every moment God places in front of me. I am taking trips with my bride, cherishing the laughter, the quiet moments, and the memories we are building together. I am having deep and meaningful conversations about real life, real struggles, real faith, and real hope. No sugar coating. No masks. Just honesty wrapped in grace.

Some days are incredibly good. Some days feel light, hopeful, and full of strength. Then there are days that are really tough. Days where the storm feels loud and exhausting. But through every high and every low, I refuse to let the storm become my identity. My diagnosis is not my identity. My struggles are not my identity. My difficult moments are not my identity. My identity is found completely in Christ, and that is the only identity that truly matters.

The world often tries to define people by what they are going through.   God defines us by who we belong to. We belong to Him. We are loved by Him. We are redeemed by Him. We are sustained by Him. Storms may shape parts of our story, but they do not get to name us. Jesus does.

What this journey has taught me more than anything is this: life is too precious to spend buried under fear, hesitation, or regret. Too many people are waiting for “someday” to start living. Someday they will take the dream trip. Someday they will say “I love you.” Someday they will forgive. Someday they will have the hard but healing conversation. Someday they will step out in faith and pursue what God placed in their heart. But someday is never promised.

So my encouragement to everyone reading this is simple: live life to the fullest. Trust God enough to truly live. Take the trip. Make the phone call. Sit down and have the real conversation. Laugh loudly. Love deeply. Pray boldly. Stop allowing fear to keep you trapped in a life of “I wish I would have.” The storm may still rage around you, but there is a way to live beyond the storm.

Living beyond the storm does not mean pretending the storm is not real. It means refusing to let the storm steal your joy, your purpose, your faith, or your ability to truly live. It means understanding that even in the middle of pain, God is still writing beautiful chapters. It means choosing to see every breath as a gift and every day as an opportunity to love God and love people well.

At the end of our lives, most people will not regret loving too much, believing too much, or trusting God too deeply. They will regret the moments fear kept them from fully living. So live courageously. Live gratefully. Live authentically. And no matter what storm comes your way, never forget who you are.

Your identity is not in the storm.

Your identity is in Christ. ~OC

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Bruised Not Defeated

Today’s a new day!

There were moments when the storms of life tried to break you. The winds of hardship blew against your heart, the rain of disappointment poured endlessly, and the waves of exhaustion threatened to pull you under. People mocked your faith, questioned your devotion to Jesus, and treated your love for God like it was foolishness. Some walked away from you because of your obedience to Christ. Others misunderstood your journey entirely. Yet through every tear, every sleepless night, every spiritual battle, and every lonely season, God kept you standing. You may be bruised, but you are not broken. You may have scars, but those scars testify that the Lord has carried you through battles that should have destroyed you.

The enemy thought the warfare would silence your praise, but instead it deepened your worship. Every attack became another reason to lean closer to Jesus. Every trial became another testimony of His faithfulness. You kept praying when your heart was tired. You kept serving when nobody noticed. You kept praising the King of kings even when life made no sense. That is not weakness — that is spiritual endurance forged in the fire of God’s presence. The world may see an ordinary believer, but heaven sees a warrior who refused to quit.

Nothing can defeat a child of God who keeps their eyes fixed on Jesus. The storms may rage, but they cannot overthrow the foundation built on Christ. Spiritual warfare may intensify, but the power of God is greater than every attack of darkness. The same Savior who conquered death lives inside of you. Because of Him, you are not fighting for victory — you are fighting from victory. The cross already settled the outcome. The tomb is still empty, the Holy Spirit is still moving, and the King still reigns.

So stand tall in your faith. Keep lifting holy hands in worship. Keep speaking the name of Jesus with boldness. Your survival is proof of God’s sustaining grace. Your praise in the middle of pain is a weapon the enemy cannot understand. 

Through every battle, every heartbreak, and every storm, one truth remains unshaken: you are still standing, still serving, still praising, and still held securely in the hands of the King of kings. ~OC

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On This National Day Of Prayer

The National Day of Prayer is more than a date on a calendar. It is a reminder that prayer is not supposed to be our last resort, but our first response. Across churches, homes, schools, hospitals, and communities, believers gather to pray for healing, wisdom, revival, peace, and direction. Yet the true challenge for the Christian community is not simply whether we pray publicly for one day, but whether we genuinely believe that God still hears and answers prayer every single day. Scripture reminds us in James 5:16 that “the prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” Those are not symbolic words. They are a promise from God Himself. Too often Christians speak about prayer while secretly battling doubt in their hearts, praying out of routine instead of expectation. But throughout the Bible, prayer moved mountains, opened prison doors, healed the sick, and changed entire nations because people truly believed God was listening.

Living out His Scriptures means more than quoting verses on social media or hearing sermons on Sunday mornings. It means becoming people who actually trust God enough to walk in obedience after we pray. When we pray for peace, we must become peacemakers. When we pray for revival, we must repent and pursue holiness ourselves. When we pray for the hurting, we must be willing to love, serve, and encourage them. Jesus never called believers to have a shallow faith built only on words. He called us to a living faith that produces action, compassion, courage, and transformation. In Mark 11:24, Jesus said, “Whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” The Christian community must return to praying with faith, expectation, and surrender, knowing that God is still moving even when answers do not arrive on our timeline.

This National Day of Prayer can become more than a tradition if believers truly unite with humble hearts before God. Imagine what could happen if Christians stopped praying powerless prayers filled with fear and started praying bold prayers filled with faith. Imagine churches becoming known not for division or performance, but for love, healing, truth, and the presence of God. The world does not need Christians who only talk about Scripture; it needs believers who live it out daily. Prayer changes things, but prayer also changes us. When we seek God sincerely, He shapes our hearts to reflect His heart. And perhaps that is where revival truly begins — not merely in crowded gatherings, but in believers who genuinely trust God, obey His Word, and live as evidence that Jesus Christ is alive and still working today. ~OC

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Not A Coincidence

Today’s a new day!

There are moments in life when you look back and wonder how you made it through. The nights that felt endless, the heartbreak that cut deeper than words, the battles you thought would surely take you out—but somehow, you’re still here. It’s easy to chalk it up to luck, coincidence, or sheer willpower. But the truth runs deeper than that. You survived everything that was meant to destroy you, and that’s not a coincidence—that was Jesus. In the middle of the chaos, when you couldn’t see a way forward, He was already making one. When you were too weak to stand, He was carrying you. Even when you didn’t recognize His hand, His presence never left your side.

Jesus doesn’t just show up in the good moments; He proves Himself in the fire. Every trial you walked through and came out of wasn’t just something you endured—it was something He brought you through. The pain didn’t have the final say. The enemy didn’t win. Your story didn’t end there. What was meant to break you became part of the testimony that now defines you. So when doubt tries to creep in and tell you that you’re alone or forgotten, remember your own history. Look at the evidence of grace all over your life. You’re still standing, still breathing, still moving forward—and that’s all the proof you need. Jesus has been faithful before, and He will be faithful again. ~OC

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A King, A Calling, and A Cross: What Black Panther Teaches Us About the Christian Life

Today’s a new day!

The movie Black Panther isn’t just a superhero story—it’s a powerful exploration of identity, responsibility, legacy, and redemption. Beneath the action and spectacle lies a message that echoes deeply with the Christian life: who we are, what we inherit, and how we choose to live in light of truth.

1. Identity: Knowing Who You Are

T’Challa doesn’t just become king—he must understand what it means to be king. 

Throughout the film, he wrestles with the legacy of his father and the expectations placed upon him. In a similar way, Christians are not just given a title—we are given a new identity in Christ.

Scripture reminds us that we are children of God, heirs to His promises. But like T’Challa, we often wrestle with that identity. Are we defined by our past, our culture, our failures—or by what God says about us?

The Christian life begins when we stop asking, “Who does the world say I am?” and start embracing, “Who does God say I am?”

2. Legacy: Breaking What Needs to Be Broken

One of the most striking themes in Black Panther is confronting the past. T’Challa discovers that not everything handed down to him is righteous or just. His father made decisions rooted in fear and secrecy, and those choices had consequences.

As believers, we also inherit things—family patterns, cultural influences, even spiritual habits. Not all of them align with God’s truth. Following Jesus sometimes means breaking cycles, stepping out of what’s familiar, and choosing obedience over tradition.

Faith isn’t about preserving everything from the past—it’s about redeeming what honors God and letting go of what doesn’t.

3. Compassion Over Isolation

Wakanda’s greatest strength was also its greatest flaw: isolation. They had the resources to help the world but chose to remain hidden. By the end of the film, T’Challa realizes that true leadership means reaching outward, not retreating inward.

This mirrors the call of the Gospel. Jesus didn’t come to build walls—He came to tear them down. The Christian life is not meant to be lived in isolation, hoarding blessings. We are called to go, to serve, to love, and to bring light into dark places.

Faith that stays hidden isn’t faith fully lived.

4. Redemption: Even Broken Stories Matter

Erik Killmonger is one of the most complex characters in the film. His pain is real, his anger is understandable, but his path leads to destruction. He represents what happens when wounds go unhealed and justice is pursued without mercy.

Christianity doesn’t ignore pain—it transforms it. The Gospel tells us that no story is too broken, no past too far gone. Where the world sees enemies, Jesus sees people worth saving.

T’Challa’s final moments with Killmonger reflect a glimpse of grace—a recognition of pain, even in opposition. As believers, we are called to see people not just for what they’ve done, but for what God can do in them.

5. The True King

At its core, Black Panther is about kingship—what it means to lead, to serve, and to sacrifice. T’Challa grows into a king who listens, who humbles himself, and who ultimately chooses what is right over what is easy.

But as Christians, we follow a greater King—Jesus Christ. Unlike earthly rulers, He didn’t take a throne by force; He carried a cross. He didn’t protect His kingdom through power, but through sacrifice and love.

And He calls us to live the same way.

Final Thoughts

Black Panther reminds us that strength isn’t just about power—it’s about character. It’s about choosing truth over tradition, compassion over comfort, and purpose over pride.

The Christian life is a journey of becoming who God created us to be, confronting what needs to change, and stepping boldly into a calling bigger than ourselves.

Like T’Challa, we are given a kingdom to influence—not with vibranium, but with faith, hope, and love.

And the question remains:

Will we hide what God has given us…
or will we use it to change the world? ~OC

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Through Every Season

Today’s a new day! 

A true life of service isn’t measured in titles, applause, or the weight of history books—it’s revealed in quiet consistency, in promises kept when no one would blame you for stepping back.

At the state funeral of President Jimmy Carter, his grandson Jason Carter said something simple yet profound: he was the same person no matter who he was with or where he was. Not a version of himself—just himself. Always.

And if you’re looking for proof of that kind of integrity, you don’t have to search long.

In the autumn of 2019, at 95 years old, President Carter fell at his home in Plains, Georgia. He split his forehead, required 14 stitches, and woke the next morning with a blackened eye and a bandage across his brow. For most, that would be reason enough to rest, recover, and cancel whatever came next. 

But Jimmy Carter had made a promise.

So he boarded a plane and flew to Nashville, Tennessee.

That evening, standing before volunteers at the historic Ryman Auditorium, his face bruised and stitched, he didn’t speak about pain or sacrifice. He simply said, “I had a No. 1 priority, and that was to come to Nashville and build houses.”

And the next morning, he did exactly that.

No special treatment. No spotlight. Just jeans, a blue volunteer T-shirt, and a drill in his hand—working shoulder to shoulder with others through Habitat for Humanity to build porches for families who needed homes.

What makes this story even more powerful is that it wasn’t extraordinary for him.

It was normal.

This was the 36th consecutive year he had shown up.

It all began back in 1984, just a few years after leaving the White House. Walking past a build site in New York City, he noticed something most people would overlook—there weren’t enough hands. So he joined in. No announcement. No ceremony. He slept on a church bunk bed while others expected him to make a brief appearance and leave.

Instead, he picked up a hammer and stayed.

He once said, “It’s OK if they want to take my picture holding a hammer, but as long as I’m holding a hammer, it’s going to be hitting a nail.”

And that’s exactly how he lived.

Over the next three and a half decades, President Carter helped build and repair more than 4,300 homes alongside over 100,000 volunteers across 14 countries. He never asked for a different shirt. Never separated himself from the work. Never became a symbol instead of a servant.

He simply showed up.

Again and again.

There’s something deeply challenging about a life like that. Because it strips away excuses. It redefines what greatness looks like. It reminds us that legacy isn’t built in moments of comfort, but in moments of commitment.

A true life of service doesn’t demand recognition—it demands faithfulness.

Not once.
Not occasionally.
But consistently.

Through pain. Through age. Through every season.

And maybe that’s the real takeaway: the world doesn’t just need more leaders—it needs more servants. People who don’t just talk about making a difference, but quietly, faithfully, relentlessly go to work.

Because in the end, the most powerful testimony isn’t what we say.

It’s what we do—day after day, promise after promise, nail after nail. ~OC

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