Start Making Assists

Today’s a new day! I wrote this post awhile back, but thought I would share it with you today.

What if the greatest measure of our Christian walk isn’t how many people we lead, but how many people we help get closer to Jesus?

I’m a sports fan. I love watching great athletes, and one of the things I appreciate most about sports is the assist.

In basketball, the NBA’s all-time assist leader is John Stockton, with an incredible 15,806 career assists.

Think about that number for a moment. Fifteen thousand, eight hundred and six times, Stockton made a pass that put someone else in a position to score.

In soccer, Lionel Messi is widely recognized as the all-time assist leader, with more than 400 official career assists across club and international competitions.

Two extraordinary athletes. Two different sports. One common thread: They understood that sometimes the greatest contribution you can make is helping someone else succeed.

And that got me thinking about something much bigger than sports.

What if we started looking at our Christian faith walk the same way?

What if instead of keeping track of how many people attend your church, how many social media followers we have, how many people listen to your podcast or how many times our name gets mentioned in “the right places”, we started keeping track of how many assists we make for the Kingdom of God?

How many people have we encouraged when they were ready to give up?

How many people have we prayed with when they couldn’t find the words to pray themselves?

How many times have we stopped what we were doing to help someone who was hurting?

How many times have we shared the love of Jesus with someone who felt forgotten, rejected, abandoned, or unloved?

How many times have we pointed someone toward Jesus rather than toward ourselves?

Those are the assists that matter.

JESUS WAS ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE ONE.

Throughout the Gospels, we see Jesus consistently doing something that challenges the way many of us approach Christianity.

He noticed people.

He noticed the forgotten.
He noticed the rejected.
He noticed the sick.
He noticed the poor.
He noticed the lonely.
He noticed the people everyone else walked past.

Jesus didn’t build His ministry around popularity, recognition, or earthly applause.

He loved people.

He stopped for the one.
He reached for the one.
He healed the one.
He forgave the one.
He pursued the one.

And He calls us to do the same.

In Matthew 25:35-40, Jesus teaches us that when we serve those who are hungry, thirsty, strangers, sick, or imprisoned, we are serving Him.

Read that again.

When we serve others, we serve Jesus.

That means every act of kindness, every unexpected encouragement, every prayer, every helping hand, and every moment we choose compassion over convenience can become an assist for the Kingdom.

IT’S NOT ABOUT GETTING THE CREDIT. IT’S ABOUT GIVING JESUS THE GLORY.

Here’s something I think Churches and Christian Communities needs to remember.

We have become very good at celebrating the person who scores the basket, kicks the goal, stands behind the pulpit, leads the worship service, or stands on the platform.

And there is absolutely nothing wrong with celebrating people who serve faithfully.

But what about the people making the assists?

What about the person praying behind the scenes?

What about the person visiting someone in the hospital?

What about the person encouraging a struggling brother or sister?

What about the person welcoming someone who walks into church feeling completely alone?

What about the person quietly helping a family who has fallen on difficult times?

What about the person who shares Jesus with someone who has never experienced His love?

They may never receive recognition. Their names may never appear in a church newsletter. They may never stand on a stage.

But Heaven sees them.

And perhaps some of the greatest Kingdom work happening in our communities is being accomplished by people whose names most of us will never know.

Not every Christian is called to stand on a platform, but every Christian is called to make a difference. Take a moment to read that again.

Imagine if we all became Kingdom assist leaders.

Imagine a Church or Christian where people competed, not for recognition, but instead to see who could encourage the most people.

Imagine Christians who measured success by how many people they helped, how many lives they touched, and how many people they pointed towards Jesus

Imagine believers who were more excited about someone else’s breakthrough than their own recognition.

Imagine a Christian community where we stopped asking, “What can you do for me?” and started asking, “How can I help you?”

Imagine what would happen if every Christian made it their mission to provide at least one Kingdom assist every single day.

A phone call.
A prayer.
A meal.
A helping hand.
A word of encouragement.
A moment of forgiveness.
An invitation to church.
A conversation about Jesus.

One assist at a time.

One life at a time.

One opportunity at a time.

We might never know the full impact of those seemingly small moments until we stand before Jesus.

MY CHALLENGE TO US TODAY

I want to challenge myself, and I want to challenge everyone reading this.

Stop worrying so much about being the person who scores the basket.

Start becoming the person who makes the assist.

Stop worrying about who gets the recognition.

Start celebrating what God is doing in someone else’s life.

Stop asking how many people know your name.

Start asking how many people know the love of Jesus because you took the time to show it to them.

And please remember something:

You don’t have to be a pastor, preacher, missionary, worship leader, or Bible scholar to make a difference for the Kingdom. Please read that again.

You simply have to be willing.

Willing to love.
Willing to serve.
Willing to encourage.
Willing to forgive.
Willing to reach out.
Willing to make yourself available when God puts someone in your path.

John Stockton accumulated 15,806 NBA assists.

Lionel Messi has accumulated more than 400 official career assists.

Those are extraordinary athletic accomplishments.

But imagine the eternal impact if every Christian made it their lifelong mission to help someone else get closer to Jesus.

There is no scoreboard on earth that could measure that kind of success.

And there is no trophy that could compare with hearing someone say:

“Because you took the time to love me, encourage me, pray for me, and point me toward Jesus, my life is forever different.”

THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL A KINGDOM ASSIST!

Let’s stop keeping score of our own accomplishments.

Let’s start making assists for Jesus.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about how many people we get to follow us.

IT’S ABOUT HOW MANY PEOPLE WE HELP FOLLOW HIM!

Keep loving. Keep serving. Keep encouraging. Keep pointing people to Jesus.

And whatever you do, don’t stop making assists! ~OC

“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. ~1 Peter 4:10

America, It’s Time To Start Healing

Yesterday, Americans went to the polls in record numbers. Millions of people voted for change, for a new beginning, and for what they believe is a better future for our country.

Some are celebrating today’s results. Others are disappointed, frustrated, or even angry.

But regardless of how you voted, I want to encourage you to do something today.

PRAY.

Pray for the newly elected officials. Pray that they will have the strength, wisdom, humility, and courage to make decisions that serve all Americans, not just those who voted for them.

Pray for the millions of Americans struggling to make ends meet. For families feeling the pressure of rising costs, for those worried about putting food on the table, and for those wondering how they’re going to make it through another month.

Pray for your friends, neighbors, coworkers, and relatives who voted differently than you. Remember, a different political opinion doesn’t make someone your enemy.

Pray for peace in America and around the world. We have enough division, hatred, violence, and suffering. We don’t need more.

But don’t stop with prayer.

LOOK AROUND YOU.

Find someone who needs encouragement. Help a neighbor. Check on a struggling family. Volunteer. Serve your community. Listen to someone whose opinions are different from yours.

Look for opportunities to become part of the solution instead of contributing to the problem.

And perhaps most importantly, LOVE PEOPLE.

All people. Not just the people who agree with you. Not just the people who vote like you. Not just the people who look like you or believe what you believe.

ALL PEOPLE.

We are neighbors. We are coworkers. We are friends. We are family. And we’re all Americans.

We don’t have to agree on everything to treat each other with dignity, kindness, compassion, and respect.

Elections come and go. Political parties rise and fall. Administrations change. But the people we love, the communities we live in, and the country we share remain.

We cannot continue allowing politics to destroy relationships, friendships, families, and communities.

America, the election is over. It’s time to put down the political weapons, turn down the rhetoric, stop pointing fingers, and start working together.

There are real people hurting. Real families struggling. Real problems that need real solutions.

Let’s spend less time arguing about what divides us and more time working on what brings us together.

Let’s choose kindness over cruelty, compassion over judgment, understanding over hatred, and love over division.

Yesterday, we exercised our right to vote.

Today, let’s exercise our responsibility to one another.

AMERICA, IT’S TIME TO START THE HEALING PROCESS.

And that healing begins with each one of us.

God bless America. ~OC

A Call To America 2026

Today’s a new day!

There comes a time in the life of every nation when the greatest danger isn’t the enemy standing at its gates, but the darkness growing within its own walls.

A time when a country can have more wealth than ever before, yet feel spiritually bankrupt.

When we can communicate with someone on the other side of the world in seconds, but cannot have an honest conversation with the person sitting across the dinner table.

When we have more information than any generation in history, but seem to have less wisdom.

America, we need to talk.

Not as Republicans or Democrats.
Not as conservatives or liberals.
Not as red states or blue states.

But as human beings.

As neighbors.

As parents and children.

As people who still believe that truth matters, kindness matters, and the lives of our fellow human beings matter.

Because something is happening to us. And pretending otherwise will not save us.

We have become a nation where winning an argument seems more important than understanding another person.

Where we celebrate our own victories and laugh at another person’s suffering.

Where we can watch a family lose everything and scroll past it without a second thought.

We have learned to defend our political leaders more passionately than we defend the truth.

We have become so determined to prove the other side wrong that we have forgotten to ask whether we are doing what is right.

And somewhere along the way, we started confusing cruelty with strength.

But cruelty is not strength.

Hatred is not patriotism.

And humiliating another human being does not make you a better person.

A nation cannot remain united when its people are taught to hate one another.

We wave our flags. We sing our national anthem. We speak proudly about freedom.

And we should.

But freedom is not simply the right to say whatever we want.

It is also the responsibility to consider what our words do to the people who hear them.

It is the courage to defend the rights of people with whom we disagree.

It is the willingness to protect those at risk, even when doing so earns us no applause.

And it is the understanding that the person standing across the political aisle is still a human being created in the image of God.

America, we have a problem when we can quote the Constitution but ignore the humanity of our neighbors.

We have a problem when we demand religious freedom for ourselves but hesitate to defend it for others.

We have a problem when we claim to love the Bible but use its words as weapons against people who are already hurting.

And we have a problem when the name of Jesus becomes a political slogan instead of an invitation to love our neighbors.

Because Jesus never asked us to build His kingdom through hatred.

He told us to love our enemies.

He told us to care for the hungry.

He told us to welcome the stranger.

He told us to care for the sick.

And He warned us about judging others while refusing to examine ourselves.

Yet today, some of the loudest voices claiming to represent Christianity seem to have forgotten the very person they claim to follow.

Church, we must decide whether we want the power of a political kingdom or the transforming love of Jesus Christ. We cannot afford to confuse the two.

A political party cannot save a soul.

A president cannot die on a cross for your sins.

A flag cannot forgive you.

And no politician, regardless of party, should ever become more important to you than your faith, your conscience, or your commitment to the teachings of Jesus.

Our political leaders are human beings. They will disappoint us. They will make mistakes. Some will lie. Some will abuse their power.

They should be held accountable.

Not excused because they wear our party’s colors.

Not defended because we fear what the other side might do.

Truth does not change depending on who tells the lie.

Justice does not become optional when our preferred candidate is in trouble.

And integrity is not something we should demand only from people we oppose.

If we believe in accountability, let us practice it.

If we believe in honesty, let us tell the truth.

If we believe in justice, let us demand it for everyone.

And if we claim to follow Jesus, let us stop making excuses for behavior that contradicts His teachings.

The greatest threat to Christianity is not always the person attacking the church from the outside. Sometimes it is the person sitting inside the church who has forgotten what Jesus taught.

And what about our children?

What are we teaching them?

That success matters more than character?

That popularity matters more than integrity?

That having the most money, the most followers, or the loudest voice makes someone important?

That people who look different, pray differently, speak differently, or come from another country are somehow worth less than we are?

We cannot teach our children to love their neighbors while demonstrating contempt for our own.

We cannot tell them that bullying is wrong and then celebrate it when a politician bullies someone we dislike.

We cannot tell them to be kind while applauding cruelty.

Children are watching.

They are listening.

And they are learning far more from what we do than from what we tell them.

What kind of America are we preparing for them?

One where compassion is considered weakness?

One where disagreement becomes hatred?

One where school shootings have become so familiar that another grieving family barely interrupts our daily routine?

One where people struggling with poverty, disability, addiction, or mental illness are treated as problems to be ignored rather than neighbors to be loved?

Surely we can do better.

Surely a nation with our resources can find the will to protect its children, care for its vulnerable, and give people hope for tomorrow.

Surely we can disagree without destroying one another.

And surely we can remember that a person’s worth is not determined by their bank account, their political affiliation, their immigration status, their disability, or the color of their skin.

Every human being carries a dignity that no election can grant and no politician has the authority to take away.

Now, let us talk about the church.

Not the building.

Not the denomination.

Not the size of the congregation or the number of views on a livestream.

The church.

The people who claim to follow Jesus Christ.

Where are we when our neighbors are hurting?

Where are we when immigrants are afraid?

Where are we when a family is grieving?

Where are we when someone living with a disability feels forgotten?

Where are we when a teenager is struggling with depression and believes nobody cares whether they live or die?

Where are we when people who have been rejected by religious communities begin to believe that God must reject them, too?

Are we there?

Are we showing up?

Are we listening?

Are we loving people who cannot give us anything in return?

Or have we become so consumed with defending our own religious and political identities that we have forgotten our calling?

Jesus did not tell His followers that the world would recognize them by their political victories.

He said they would be known by their love.

That should stop us in our tracks.

Because if our Christianity makes us more hateful, more arrogant, more judgmental, and less compassionate, something has gone terribly wrong.

We may know the language of faith without practicing the heart of it.

We may defend Scripture without allowing Scripture to challenge us.

We may speak the name of Jesus while refusing to treat His children with the dignity they deserve.

A cross around your neck means little if there is no evidence of Christ’s love in your heart.

And now, America, a word about freedom.

Freedom is precious.

But freedom without responsibility becomes selfishness.

Faith without humility becomes arrogance.

Power without accountability becomes dangerous.

And patriotism without compassion becomes an excuse to ignore the suffering of others.

Loving America does not mean pretending America is perfect.

It means caring enough about this country to confront its failures and work toward something better.

It means telling the truth about our history, even when the truth makes us uncomfortable.

It means protecting the rights of those whose beliefs differ from our own.

It means refusing to let hatred become the price of belonging.

It means believing that our country can be both strong and compassionate, both free and responsible, both proud of its achievements and honest about its shortcomings.

We do not have to choose between loving our country and wanting it to improve.

In fact, sometimes the greatest expression of love is refusing to remain silent when something is wrong.

And perhaps that is where our warning begins.

Not with the collapse of a government.

Not with the defeat of a political party.

Not with the disappearance of a particular way of life.

But with the slow death of our willingness to care about one another.

Because a nation does not become great simply because it possesses wealth, weapons, technology, or influence.

It becomes stronger when its people recognize their responsibility to one another.

When a hungry child is fed.

When a grieving family is comforted.

When a stranger is welcomed.

When a sick person is not forgotten.

When the powerful are held accountable.

When the powerless are protected.

When truth matters more than winning.

And when love becomes more than a word we use to describe ourselves.

America, we are not powerless to change the direction in which we are heading.

We can begin in our homes.

We can begin in our churches.

We can begin in our neighborhoods.

We can begin by putting down our phones and listening to someone whose life looks different from ours.

We can begin by refusing to share a hateful post.

We can begin by apologizing when we are wrong.

We can begin by helping someone who will never vote like us.

We can begin by treating the person who disagrees with us as a human being rather than an enemy.

And we can begin by asking ourselves one uncomfortable question:

If Jesus were standing beside me today, would He recognize the way I am treating His children?

Not the way I worship.

Not the way I vote.

Not the way I describe my faith.

The way I treat people.

That is where the real examination begins.

I cannot predict America’s future.

I cannot promise that our divisions will disappear or that our problems will be solved overnight.

But I believe we still have a choice.

We can continue down the road of bitterness, division, and contempt.

Or we can choose a different way.

We can choose truth over propaganda.

Compassion over cruelty.

Humility over arrogance.

Service over self-interest.

And the teachings of Jesus over the demands of political tribalism.

It will not be easy.

Loving people who disagree with us is difficult.

Standing for justice when our own side is wrong is difficult.

Admitting our mistakes is difficult.

Choosing forgiveness when resentment feels justified is difficult.

But doing what is right has never depended on doing what is easy.

And following Jesus has never been a promise of comfort.

It is a calling to faithfulness.

A calling to love.

A calling to serve.

A calling to become the hands and feet of Christ in a world that desperately needs Him.

So, America, this is not a prediction of doom.

It is a warning about the choices we are making today.

A warning that we can lose something far more important than an election.

We can lose our compassion.

We can lose our integrity.

We can lose our willingness to see the humanity in one another.

And we can lose sight of the very faith we claim to defend.

But we can also turn around.

We can repent.

We can rebuild trust.

We can reach across the divides.

We can choose to love again.

And we can remember that the future is not shaped only by the people in Washington, the leaders on television, or the voices shouting across social media.

It is also shaped by ordinary people deciding, one encounter at a time, what kind of neighbors, parents, friends, citizens, and Christians they will be.

The question is not whether America will ever be perfect. It never has been.

The question is whether we still have the courage to become better.

Whether we can put humanity above hatred.

Whether we can put service above selfishness.

Whether we can put the Gospel above our political loyalties.

And whether we can rediscover the simple, demanding, world-changing truth that loving God must never become an excuse for withholding love from our neighbors.

Because when the history of this generation is written, I wonder what will be remembered.

The politicians we defended?

The arguments we won?

The people we defeated?

Or the people we loved?

I wonder whether our children will remember a nation that taught them to fear one another or one that taught them to care for one another.

And I wonder whether the church will be remembered as a community that fought to control the world or one that courageously showed the world what the love of Jesus looks like.

America, the choice is before us.

We cannot change yesterday. We cannot control tomorrow. But we can decide who we will be today.

And perhaps the most important question of all is this:

When God looks at our lives—not our political parties, not our national symbols, not our public declarations of faith, but our hearts—will He see people who loved their neighbors as themselves?

Will He see people who cared for the least of these?

Will He see people who pursued justice, loved mercy, and walked humbly with Him?

Or will He see people who spent so much time fighting for power that they forgot what they were supposed to be fighting for?

May God forgive us where we have failed.

May He give us the courage to tell the truth.

May He soften the hearts we have allowed hatred to harden.

May He comfort those who are hurting, protect those who are vulnerable, and challenge those of us who have grown comfortable.

And may He remind us that the answer to a world filled with hatred is not more hatred.

It is a love strong enough to stand for truth, courageous enough to confront injustice, humble enough to admit its own failures, and faithful enough to serve even when nobody is watching.

America, wake up.

Not because one political party is evil.

Not because one election will save us.

But because we are in danger of forgetting what makes us human.

And, church, wake up.

Not to seize power.

Not to win a culture war.

But to return to Jesus.

Because the greatest revival America could ever experience would not begin with a political victory.

It would begin when ordinary people fall in love with Jesus again—and begin treating the people around them as if they actually believe what He taught.

That revival can begin in you.

It can begin in me.

It can begin today.

God, help us become the people we claim to be.

And may we never forget:

The strength of a nation is not measured only by the power it possesses, but by the love it is willing to give.

— A Call to America, 2026

Global Prayer Challenge

Hello. God put the following on my heart, so I decided to share it with you.

ONE WORLD. ONE CHURCH. ONE MISSION. UNITED IN PRAYER.

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF CHRISTIANS AROUND THE WORLD STOPPED WHAT THEY WERE DOING EVERY NIGHT AT 7 PM AND WENT OUTSIDE TO PRAY?

Imagine it for a moment.

Christians stepping onto their front porches. Families gathering in their yards. Neighbors walking their streets. Believers standing outside their churches. People in cities and small towns across the globe, all taking a few moments to pray.

Different countries. Different time zones. Different languages. Different denominations.

ONE FAITH. ONE GOD. ONE ACT OF LOVE.

What if we started a simple challenge?

THE 7 PM GLOBAL PRAYER CHALLENGE

Here’s the challenge:

Every night at 7 PM, your local time, step outside and pray.

That’s it!

You decide how long you pray. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Thirty minutes. Whatever time you can give.

Walk your neighborhood and pray for your neighbors.

Pray for your family, your friends, and those who feel forgotten.

Pray for your local churches and their leaders.

Pray for healing, restoration, forgiveness, and unity.

Pray for those who are struggling with addiction, depression, loneliness, poverty, and hopelessness.

Pray for peace in our communities and around the world.

Pray for people who don’t know Jesus.

And most importantly, ask God to show you how you can become an answer to some of the prayers you’re praying.

DON’T JUST PRAY FOR YOUR LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD. ASK GOD HOW YOU CAN HELP CHANGE IT.

Now, imagine this challenge spreading.

Imagine a Christian in Florida praying at 7 PM, followed by believers in other parts of the United States. As the evening moves across the time zones, Christians around the world begin stepping outside to pray.

Imagine this happening night after night, in neighborhoods and cities across the globe.

What if this simple act of faith became a daily reminder that we are called to love our neighbors, serve our communities, and reflect the heart of Jesus wherever God has planted us?

What if God used those moments of prayer to soften hearts, restore relationships, bring families together, encourage struggling pastors, and inspire believers to serve the people living right next door?

We cannot predict what God will do. But we know that prayer matters, and Scripture encourages us to pray continually.

“The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” — James 5:16

Listen, this isn’t about creating another Christian movement, building a platform, or getting attention.

It’s about something much bigger than us.

IT’S ABOUT JESUS. IT’S ABOUT PRAYER. IT’S ABOUT LOVING PEOPLE.

You don’t need a microphone, a stage, a church building, or thousands of followers to make a difference.

You just need a willing heart and a few minutes to spend with God.

And remember, prayer isn’t just about asking God to change the world around us. It’s also about allowing Him to change the person looking back at us in the mirror.

So here’s my challenge to Christians everywhere:

PRAY ABOUT IT. ASK GOD TO LEAD YOU. AND IF HE PUTS IT ON YOUR HEART, JOIN THE 7 PM GLOBAL PRAYER CHALLENGE.

Start in your own home. Step into your yard. Walk your neighborhood. Pray wherever you can do so safely.

Then invite your family, friends, church, and neighbors to join you.

No pressure. No competition. No judgment. Just people who love Jesus choosing to spend a few minutes each evening praying for the places and people God has put in their lives.

Imagine the possibilities if Christians everywhere made prayer a daily priority!

We may never know the full impact of every prayer we pray. We may never see every seed planted or every heart touched.

But we can be faithful with the little piece of the world God has entrusted to us.

ONE PERSON. ONE PRAYER. ONE NEIGHBORHOOD AT A TIME.

EVERY NIGHT AT 7 PM. YOUR TIME ZONE. YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD. YOUR COMMUNITY. YOUR WORLD.

Will you prayerfully consider joining the challenge?

And if you do, invite someone else to join you.

Let’s see what God can do when His people humble themselves, seek His face, and commit themselves to praying for the world around them.

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven…” — 2 Chronicles 7:14

LET’S TAKE IT TO THE STREETS. NOT TO ARGUE. BUT TO PRAY.

Because sometimes, changing the world begins with stepping outside your front door.

WHO’S IN? ~OC

#7PMGlobalPrayerChallenge #PrayForYourNeighborhood #UnitedInPrayer #LoveYourNeighbor #BeTheChurch

Your Identity

Today’s a new day!

The world will try to define you by your past, your mistakes, your failures, your circumstances, and even your struggles. But when your identity is rooted in Jesus Christ, none of those things gets the final word.

Your circumstances may change. Your health may change. Your relationships may change. Your life may take unexpected turns. But your identity in Christ remains the same.

You are loved. You are chosen. You are forgiven. You are redeemed. You are a child of the living God!

Stop allowing the world to tell you who you are when God has already declared whose you are.

You are not defined by what you have been through. You are defined by whose you are!

Walk in that truth. Live in that freedom. And never forget: No matter what changes in your life, you will always be a child of God.

Keep believing. Keep overcoming. Keep your eyes on Jesus! ~OC

Embrace Your Timeline

WE ALL HAVE A TIMELINE.

Every one of us is living on a timeline. None of us knows exactly how long that timeline will be, yet so many people live as if tomorrow is guaranteed.

Don’t wait.

Don’t put off the trip.
Don’t keep postponing the adventure.
Don’t wait for the “perfect” time to call someone, forgive someone, love someone, or tell someone how much they mean to you.

Embrace your timeline.

Life isn’t measured only by how many years we get, but by what we do with the years we have.

So get out there. Laugh harder. Love deeper. Take the pictures. Make the memories. Dance in the kitchen. Watch the sunrise. Take the road trip. Hug your people a little tighter.

Go live. Go love. Go make some amazing memories.

Because one day, the memories we make today may be among the greatest treasures we have left.

Don’t just count the days. Make the days count. ~OC

Parent Your Phone

As I watch the news or scroll through social media, I hear and read a lot about how parents should police their children’s cellphone use.

I agree.

But maybe as adults we need to be worried about just more than the younger generations phone use.


Maybe as adults we need to put OUR own phones down.

That one hurts.

Because we can talk about kids being addicted to their screens.

We can talk about teenagers who spend hours scrolling.

We can talk about social media stealing their attention.

We can talk about the dangers of what they’re watching.

But if we’re honest…

We have to look in the mirror first.

Because sometimes we are just as guilty of the very thing we’re warning everyone else about.

Our phone is beside us when we wake up.

It’s in our hands while we’re eating.

It’s there when someone is talking to us.

We reach for it when we’re bored.

We reach for it when we’re uncomfortable.

We reach for it when we’re lonely.

We reach for it when we don’t want to think about what we’re feeling.

And sometimes…

We reach for our phones before we reach for God.

Ouch.

Maybe we don’t need to parent our children’s phones nearly as much as we need to parent our own.

Because somewhere along the way, many of us stopped using our phones and started being used by them.

A notification goes off…

We respond.

Someone posts something…

We check it.

Someone sends a message…

We stop whatever we’re doing.

The phone rings…

We immediately reach for it.

And the person sitting right in front of us?

They wait.

Our spouse waits.

Our children wait.

Our friends wait.

Sometimes even God waits.

And we wonder why our relationships feel disconnected.

Maybe it isn’t because we don’t love people.

Maybe it’s because we’re physically present…

but emotionally somewhere else.

Jesus said, “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” — Matthew 6:21

So where is our heart?

Because sometimes you can tell where someone’s heart is by where their eyes are.

And if our eyes are constantly staring at a screen…

Maybe we should ask ourselves what has captured our attention.

I’m not saying phones are evil.

I’m not saying technology is evil.

I’m not saying social media is evil.

I’m saying anything that can control us needs to be surrendered to Jesus.

The Bible says, “I will not be mastered by anything.” — 1 Corinthians 6:12

Not anything.

That means our phones don’t get to master us.

Notifications don’t get to master us.

Algorithms don’t get to master us.

Social media doesn’t get to master us.

Jesus is supposed to be our Master.

So maybe we need to start parenting our phones.

Maybe we need to teach ourselves that dinner is more important than notifications.

That a conversation is more important than a comment.

That our children’s eyes deserve to meet our eyes.

That our spouse deserves our full attention.

That sitting with someone who is hurting is more important than scrolling past another post.

That prayer deserves more attention than Facebook.

That God’s Word deserves more attention than our newsfeed.

And maybe we need to remember something incredibly simple:

Life is happening on the other side of the screen.

Your children are growing up.

Your marriage needs you.

Your friend may be hurting.

Someone around you may desperately need someone to listen.

And you may be missing it…

because you’re looking down.

So today, I’m asking myself the same question I’m asking you:

Who is parenting whom?

Do I control my phone…

or does my phone control me?

Could I put it down for an hour without feeling anxious?

Could I sit at lunch or dinner without checking it?

Could I spend time with God without reaching for it?

Could I have a conversation without looking at it?

Could I go somewhere without needing to document it?

Could I be completely present…

without a screen between me and the people I love?

Because maybe the issue isn’t our phones.

Maybe the issue is what we’ve allowed our phones to become.

So here’s my challenge:

Put it down.

Not forever.

Just long enough to look up.

Look at your spouse.

Look at your kids.

Look at your friend.

Look around your dinner table.

Look at the person sitting alone.

Look at the world God actually gave you.

And then…

look up toward Heaven.

Because there is a God who has been trying to get our attention long before our phones ever existed.

And maybe today He isn’t asking you to download another Bible app.

Maybe He’s simply whispering:

“Put the phone down, My child.
I’m right here.”

So before we tell the younger generation to get off their phones…

look at your own screen.

Before you complain about their screen time…

look at your own.

Before you tell them they are addicted…

ask yourself if you are.

And before you scroll to the next post…

stop.

Look at your phone.

Now ask yourself one brutally honest question:

“If I gave God the same attention I give this phone, how different would my life be?”

Let that question sit with you.

Don’t scroll.

Don’t defend yourself.

Don’t make excuses.

Just sit with it.

Maybe it’s time we stopped parenting everyone else’s phones…

and started parenting our own. ~OC

Tomorrow’s

No One Knows How Many Tomorrow’s Are In A Lifetime…

So I’ve stopped taking them for granted.

That’s one of the greatest lessons chronic illness has ever taught me.

For more than two decades, I’ve lived with something most people don’t see.

Behind the smiles are hospital rooms.

Behind the laughter are tears.

Behind the encouraging words are moments of fear that I’ve never shared with anyone.

There have been nights when I’ve laid in a hospital bed listening to the machines around me, wondering what tomorrow would look like.

There have been moments when I had to confront something none of us really want to think about:

I could die.

Not someday in some distant future.

But maybe sooner than I thought.

When death becomes more than a word—when it becomes a possibility sitting at the foot of your hospital bed—it changes the way you see everything.

You stop worrying so much about things that don’t matter.

You start caring more about the people you love.

You become grateful for things you once overlooked.

A sunrise.

A conversation.

A laugh.

A hug.

Another morning.

Another breath.

Another chance to tell someone, “I love you.”

Another opportunity to say, “Jesus has been good to me.”

Chronic illness has forced me to stretch the limits of my faith.

There have been moments when faith was the only thing I had left.

And sometimes my faith wasn’t strong.

Sometimes all I could whisper was:

“Jesus, please get me through tonight.”

And somehow, He did.

Not always by changing my circumstances.

But by changing me in the middle of them.

I’ve learned that thriving with chronic illness doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.

It doesn’t mean putting a smile on your face and hiding the pain.

It means being honest enough to say,

“This hurts.”

“I’m scared.”

“I’m tired.”

“I don’t understand.”

…and then somehow finding enough faith to say,

“But God, I’m still trusting You.”

That’s where writing came into my life.

During those long hospital stays, when the hours seemed to crawl by, I started writing simply to pass the time.

I didn’t know what it would become.

I just knew I had emotions trapped inside of me that needed somewhere to go.

So I wrote.

I wrote when I was scared.

I wrote when I was angry.

I wrote when I was hurting.

I wrote when I was grateful.

I wrote when I couldn’t understand what God was doing.

And I wrote when I needed to remind myself that God was still there.

Eventually, writing became a daily habit.

And somewhere along the way, I realized something:

Maybe these words aren’t just for me.

Maybe that hospital bed wasn’t only a place where I was fighting for my own life.

Maybe it was also a place where God was teaching me how to speak hope into someone else’s.

Because somewhere out there, someone is sitting in a hospital room tonight.

Someone is staring at a diagnosis they never expected.

Someone is crying where nobody can see them.

Someone is terrified about tomorrow.

Someone is wondering if their life still has meaning.

Someone is asking God,

“Why am I still here?”

And if my words can reach even one of those people and whisper,

“Please don’t give up. You’re not alone.”

then maybe the pain wasn’t completely wasted.

That’s what I’ve come to understand about purpose.

Sometimes purpose doesn’t come wrapped in something beautiful.

Sometimes purpose comes wrapped in pain.

Sometimes God takes the chapters we would have gladly erased and uses them to write hope into somebody else’s story.

I wouldn’t have chosen this journey.

I wouldn’t have chosen the illnesses.

I wouldn’t have chosen the hospital stays.

I wouldn’t have chosen the fear.

I wouldn’t have chosen the uncertainty.

But I can choose what I do with it.

I can let it destroy me.

Or I can place it in God’s hands and say,

“Use this, Lord.”

Use my scars.

Use my tears.

Use my failures.

Use my fears.

Use my story.

Use every broken piece of me.

Just don’t let my suffering be meaningless.

Because I don’t know how many pages are left in my story.

And neither do you.

That’s the truth we don’t like to talk about.

Every one of us is living on borrowed time.

We just don’t know how much time is left.

So I’m trying to stop counting the years…

and start counting the moments.

I’m trying to embrace the time God gives me instead of being consumed by the time I don’t have.

I’m trying to live while I’m alive.

To love while I can.

To forgive while I can.

To encourage while I can.

To write while I can.

To tell people about Jesus while I can.

To leave a little more hope in this world than I found.

Because one day, all of us will write our final sentence.

And when that day comes, I don’t want my greatest regret to be all the things I was too afraid to do.

I want to know that I used what God gave me.

That I loved people.

That I encouraged people.

That I prayed for people. 

That I made somebody feel less alone.

That I pointed somebody toward Jesus.

That I didn’t allow my illness to steal the purpose and joy God placed inside of me.

So…

I will keep writing.

Even when my hands are tired.

Even when my heart is heavy.

Even when my thoughts are harder to find.

Even when the words come through tears.

Because there is still something inside of me that needs to be said.

And there is still somebody who may need to hear it.

I don’t know how many tomorrows I have.

But I have today.

And today is enough.

Today, I can love.

Today, I can pray.

Today, I can encourage.

Today, I can write.

Today, I can live.

Today, I can tell somebody,

“Don’t give up.”

And today, I can look toward Heaven and say:

“Thank You, God, for one more day.”

I don’t know how my story ends.

But I know Who holds the pen.

And until He writes “The End,”

I’m going to keep turning the page…and live. ~OC

The Church Should Never Be Full of Cliques

Today’s a new day!

The Church was never meant to be a place where people walk through the doors and immediately wonder, “Where do I fit in?”

Unfortunately, too many churches have become filled with cliques—small groups of people who only talk to certain people, sit with certain people, socialize with certain people, and sometimes make newcomers feel like outsiders simply because they aren’t part of the “in crowd.”

That should break our hearts.

The Church should be one of the most welcoming places on earth.

Jesus didn’t build His ministry around exclusive circles. He reached out to the forgotten, the hurting, the rejected, the sinners, the poor, the sick, and the people society had pushed to the margins. He didn’t ask people to prove they belonged before He loved them.

He simply loved them.

So why do we sometimes make people work so hard to find a place within the Church?

Cliques don’t attract people. Love does.

Cliques create walls. Jesus tore down walls.

Cliques make people feel invisible. Jesus made people feel seen.

Cliques say, “You don’t belong with us.”

Jesus says, “Come to Me.”

Think about the person who walks into church for the first time. Maybe they’re struggling with addiction. Maybe their marriage is falling apart. Maybe they’ve been hurt by the Church before. Maybe they’re grieving. Maybe they’re lonely. Maybe they’re questioning their faith. Maybe they simply don’t know anyone.

What do they experience when they walk through our doors?

Do they see people who are willing to stop, introduce themselves, sit beside them, listen to their story and make room for them?

Or do they see groups gathered together who barely acknowledge anyone outside their circle?

We need to understand something: people are watching.

Sometimes our greatest testimony isn’t what happens on the platform. It’s what happens in the hallway.

It’s whether we notice the person standing alone.

It’s whether we invite someone to sit with us.

It’s whether we learn someone’s name.

It’s whether we ask, “How are you really doing?” and actually listen to the answer.

It’s whether we make room at our table.

The Church doesn’t need more exclusive circles. The Church needs wider tables.

And this isn’t about saying that friendships are wrong. Of course we will naturally develop deeper friendships with certain people. That’s part of being human.

The problem begins when our friendships become barriers.

There is a difference between having close friends and creating a closed circle.

There is a difference between community and exclusivity.

There is a difference between fellowship and favoritism.

Jesus called us to love one another, not just the people who look like us, think like us, worship like us or already belong to our social circle.

The Church should be a family where there is room for everybody.

The single person.

The married couple.

The young person.

The senior adult.

The lifelong Christian.

The person who is just beginning to believe.

The person who has walked away and is trying to find their way home.

The person who has been hurt by religion.

The person who doesn’t have it all together.

Because here’s the truth:

None of us has it all together.

We are all people in need of God’s grace.

So let’s stop building little kingdoms inside God’s house.

Let’s stop worrying about who belongs to our group.

Let’s stop protecting our circles and start expanding our tables.

Let’s become the kind of Church where a stranger doesn’t remain a stranger.

Where the lonely find friendship.

Where the broken find compassion.

Where the hurting find hope.

Where the questioning are welcomed.

Where the forgotten are remembered.

Where the outsider becomes family.

And where the first thing people experience isn’t judgment, suspicion or exclusion—but the love of Jesus.

If we want people to come to church, we have to give them something worth coming to.

Not perfect people.

Not impressive programs.

Not political tribes.

Not cliques.

Jesus.

And Jesus is love.

Maybe it’s time for all of us to look around our churches and ask ourselves one uncomfortable but important question:

“Am I helping create a Church that welcomes people, or am I helping create a circle that keeps people out?”

Because the Church doesn’t belong to us.

It belongs to Jesus.

And His table has always been bigger than our clique.

Let’s make room.

Let’s love people well.

Let’s tear down the walls.

Let’s open the doors.

Let’s become the Church Jesus called us to be. ~OC

Hope Isles: A New Beginning/Chapter Thirty-Five: Open Last

The rumble rolled through the chamber again.

Dust drifted from the ceiling.

Small pebbles bounced across the stone floor.

Nobody needed further convincing.

Something was happening above them.

And it wasn’t good.

“Everyone move,” Daniel said firmly.

Years of leadership returned instantly.

The group began gathering documents.

Not everything.

That would be impossible.

Only the most important items.

The Covenant.

The Trust Agreement.

Samuel’s letter.

Thomas Lawson’s journal.

And the mysterious envelope marked:

Open Last.

Walter tucked the wooden box carefully into his backpack.

“If I drop this, Samuel will find a way to haunt me.”

Despite the tension, a few smiles appeared.

The old man had a gift for that.

Another rumble shook the chamber.

This one stronger.

A support beam groaned somewhere in the darkness.

Emily looked toward the staircase.

“We need to go now.”

Nobody argued.

Within moments they were climbing the stone steps.

The narrow staircase suddenly felt much longer than before.

James carried the Covenant.

Daniel carried the Trust documents.

Richard held several survey records.

Sarah helped Margaret.

Walter refused assistance.

Which surprised absolutely no one.

Finally daylight appeared above them.

The group emerged into the clearing.

Fresh air hit their faces.

Sunlight poured through the trees.

And immediately they realized something.

The cliff itself wasn’t collapsing.

At least not yet.

But part of the hillside beyond the weather station had shifted.

A section of earth nearly twenty yards wide had slid downward.

Trees leaned at dangerous angles.

Fresh cracks split the ground.

Emily exhaled slowly.

“That’s closer than I would’ve liked.”

Walter nodded.

“Very much closer.”

The group moved farther away from the unstable area.

Only then did everyone finally stop.

Breathing hard.

Processing everything.

James looked down at the documents in his hands.

Hours earlier they had come searching for answers.

Now they carried generations of history.

Proof.

Legacy.

A covenant.

And still more questions than answers.

Richard sat on a nearby rock.

Shaking his head.

“I don’t think anyone is going to believe this.”

Daniel laughed softly.

“I barely believe it.”

For a while they rested beneath the trees.

The ocean shimmered beyond the cliffs.

The wind carried the scent of salt and pine.

Peace gradually returned.

Then Sarah looked toward James.

“What about the envelope?”

Every head turned.

The envelope.

Samuel’s final instruction.

Open Last.

Walter immediately grinned.

“Now we’re talking.”

James held it carefully.

Part of him wasn’t ready.

For nearly thirty years, Samuel had continued speaking through journals, letters, clues, and memories.

This felt different.

Final.

Important.

Margaret seemed to sense it too.

“Go ahead.”

James nodded.

Slowly, he opened the envelope.

Inside was a single folded letter.

Nothing else.

No map.

No legal document.

No secret code.

Just a letter.

He unfolded it carefully.

And immediately smiled.

Because the first line was unmistakably Samuel.

“If Walter is present, tell him to stop making jokes and pay attention.”

Walter laughed loudly.

“That man knew me too well.”

The group chuckled.

The tension broke instantly.

James continued.

“I suspect this letter will be read after a great deal of unnecessary excitement.”

More laughter.

“If so, I was probably right.”

Even Richard smiled.

Then the tone of the letter changed.

Becoming softer.

More personal.

James read on.

“If you have found the archive, then you have already discovered the truth.”

“The covenant matters.”

“The trust matters.”

“The history matters.”

“But none of them are the most important thing.”

Silence settled over the group.

James continued.

“The most important thing is what happens next.”

Daniel lowered his eyes.

Already understanding.

“Every generation inherits a choice.”

“You can become guardians of the past.”

“Or builders of the future.”

“The wisest people become both.”

The wind rustled through the trees.

James read slowly.

Taking in every word.

“Do not preserve Hope Isles because you fear change.”

“Preserve what is worth preserving.”

“And have the courage to improve what needs improving.”

Sarah squeezed James’s hand.

Those words felt especially relevant.

Because Hope Isles still faced challenges.

Always would.

Samuel knew that.

Then came the final paragraph.

The final message.

Not just to James.

To all of them.

“One day my grandson may wonder whether he is ready to lead.”

James swallowed hard.

“Tell him no one is ever fully ready.”

“Leadership is simply choosing to serve before you feel prepared.”

A tear slid down Sarah’s cheek.

James continued.

His voice unsteady now.

“Tell Daniel that grace won.”

Daniel closed his eyes.

Emotion washing across his face.

“Tell Walter and Margaret their friendship was one of God’s greatest gifts to me.”

Walter stared at the ground.

Unable to speak.

Margaret quietly wiped her eyes.

“Tell Richard that redemption is possible.”

Richard looked away.

Deeply moved.

“Tell Emily that promises kept across 

generations are powerful things.”

Emily smiled through tears.

Then James reached the final lines.

The very last words Samuel had left behind.

“And tell everyone in Hope Isles this:”

“The future has never belonged to us.”

“It belongs to God.”

“Trust Him.”

“Always.”

The letter ended.

No dramatic revelation.

No hidden treasure.

No final mystery.

Just faith.

Simple.

Steady.

Unshakable faith.

For several minutes nobody spoke.

The ocean rolled against the cliffs below.

The lighthouse beam swept across the distant shoreline.

And somehow, in that moment, every person present felt the same thing.

Samuel was gone.

But his legacy wasn’t.

It was alive.

In them.

Finally Walter stood.

Cleared his throat.

And smiled.

“So.”

Everyone looked up.

Walter glanced toward Hope Isles.

Toward the harbor.

Toward the homes and people waiting below.

“What do you say we go home?”

James looked at the covenant in his hands.

Then at the island stretching beneath the afternoon sun.

For the first time since this journey began, he wasn’t thinking about secrets.

Or vaults.

Or hidden documents.

He was thinking about the future.

And somehow he knew.

The story of Hope Isles wasn’t ending.

It was only beginning a brand-new chapter.

To Be Continued…

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