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

Six Battles, One Faith

Hello. Every time I write a post, I wonder if it will be my last one. Writing and putting my thoughts together have become much harder the last few months. This post alone took me months to write. But as always, I leave everything in God’s hands.

My Journey with Cancer, Parkinson’s, Myasthenia Gravis, Gastroparesis, Long Haulers COVID, and Now the Beginning of Dementia.

Sometimes I sit back and wonder how one person can experience so many different medical battles in a lifetime.

Cancer, Parkinson’s. Myasthenia Gravis. Gastroparesis. Long Haulers COVID. And now, the beginning of another chapter I never imagined having to write: Dementia.

Six diagnoses. Six different challenges. Countless doctor’s appointments, hospitalizations, treatments, medications, sleepless nights, unanswered questions, and moments when my body has reminded me that I’m not in control of nearly as much as I once thought.

This isn’t a story I’m sharing because I want sympathy. It’s not about seeking attention or having people feel sorry for me.

It’s about sharing my journey. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the heartbreaking, and everything in between.

It’s about being honest about what life looks like when you live with multiple chronic and progressive health conditions.

And most importantly, it’s about sharing what Jesus has meant to me throughout this journey.

Cancer: The Battle That Started It All:

In 2003, I heard two words that would forever change my life: You have cancer.

It was one of my first major medical battles and an early reminder of just how fragile life can be. Cancer brought uncertainty, fear, and questions about the future, but it also strengthened my appreciation for every day I’m given.

Little did I know that cancer would be followed by several more medical battles over the years.

Through it all, I’ve continued to learn that my circumstances may change, but God’s faithfulness never does.

Cancer may have been one of my battles, but it never became my identity. Jesus remained my identity, my hope, and my strength.

PARKINSON’S: THE BATTLE THAT KEEPS ON STEALING:

My Parkinson’s diagnosis came in 2007.

I never imagined that a neurological disease would become such a significant part of my life. Parkinson’s has affected my physical abilities, mobility, energy, and, perhaps most frustratingly, my ability to communicate.

My voice doesn’t always cooperate. Sometimes I know exactly what I want to say, but getting the words out is an entirely different challenge.

For someone who loves writing, encouraging people, sharing the Gospel, and communicating with others, losing some of that ability has been particularly difficult.

I’ve had to find different ways to express myself and share what God puts on my heart.

But here’s something I’ve learned:

Parkinson’s may affect my voice, but it cannot silence my faith.

I still have something to say. I still have a testimony to share. And I still have a reason to encourage others.

MYASTHENIA GRAVIS: WHEN YOUR OWN BODY BECOMES A BATTLEFIELD

In 2009, another diagnosis entered my life: Myasthenia Gravis.

Living with MG means dealing with a neuromuscular autoimmune disease that causes muscle weakness and can affect everyday activities in ways most people never understand.

Some days, even the simplest things require tremendous effort.

There are days when my body doesn’t have the strength to do what my mind wants it to do. There are moments when fatigue takes over and I have to accept that I simply cannot do everything I want.

One of the hardest parts of living with MG is its unpredictability.

You can have plans, dreams, and things you want to accomplish, only to have your body remind you that today isn’t going to go according to plan.

It’s a humbling experience.

But I’ve learned that my worth isn’t determined by how much I accomplish in a day.

God doesn’t love me more on my productive days or less on my difficult ones.

His grace is sufficient, even when my strength isn’t.

GASTROPARESIS: WHEN SOMETHING SO SIMPLE BECOMES A DAILY BATTLE

In 2015, Gastroparesis became another part of my medical journey.

Something most people never think twice about, eating, became another challenge.

Gastroparesis affects the stomach’s ability to empty properly. It can make nutrition, eating, and digestion incredibly difficult.

It’s hard to explain what it’s like when something as fundamental as eating becomes a daily medical challenge.

There are frustrations, discomfort, limitations, and days when you simply wish your body would cooperate.

I have dealt with a gastric stimulator, a feeding tube and 70% of my stomach being removed.

Dealing with gastroparesis is another reminder that so many things we take for granted are actually blessings.

I’ve learned to appreciate things differently, celebrate small victories, and recognize that sometimes getting through an ordinary day is anything but ordinary.

LONG HAULERS COVID: ANOTHER UNEXPECTED CHAPTER

In 2021, Long Haulers COVID added another layer to an already complicated medical journey.

After everything my body had experienced, I found myself navigating the lingering effects of another illness.

The fatigue, physical challenges, and uncertainty added to an already difficult situation.

Sometimes it feels like just when I begin adjusting to one medical challenge, another one comes along.

I would love to tell you that I’ve gotten used to it.

But the truth is, you never completely get used to having your health turned upside down.

You learn to adjust. You learn to adapt. You learn to appreciate the good days.

And you learn that tomorrow is never guaranteed.

DEMENTIA: A NEW CHAPTER AND A DIFFERENT KIND OF FEAR

And now, there’s Dementia.

This is perhaps one of the most difficult chapters for me to write about.

It’s one thing to experience physical limitations. It’s another thing to begin facing questions about your memory, your thinking, and what the future might hold.

Dementia brings a different kind of uncertainty.

There are questions I don’t have answers to. There are things about the future that I would rather not think about.

I love remembering. I love writing. I love creating songs, sharing stories, encouraging people, and reflecting on what God has done throughout my life.

Those pleasures in life are becoming more difficult these days. This is a difficult season to process.

But I’m learning something important.

My identity has never been dependent on my memory, my physical abilities, my voice, or my medical circumstances.

My identity has always been found in Jesus Christ.

Even when my body struggles, even when my voice is weak, and even when my memory isn’t what it once was, I am still a child of God.

My value hasn’t changed.

My purpose hasn’t disappeared.

And my Savior hasn’t gone anywhere.

I don’t know what this chapter will look like, but I know who will walk through it with me.

THE PART OF MY JOURNEY PEOPLE DON’T ALWAYS SEE

Behind these six diagnoses is a human being.

A child of God’s. A husband. A son. A friend. Someone who still has dreams, hopes, passions, and a desire to make a difference.

There are days when the fatigue is overwhelming.

There are nights when sleep is difficult to find.

There are moments when pain, weakness, and frustration take their toll.

There are things I want to do but cannot.

There are meetings I have to miss, commitments I have to step away from, and days when I have to remind myself that resting isn’t quitting.

Sometimes I miss the person I used to be physically.

I miss the freedom of being able to do things without calculating how much energy they will require.

I miss having a voice that cooperates.

I miss the days when my body didn’t dictate so many of my decisions.

And yes, sometimes I get discouraged.

I’m sharing that because I believe Christians need to understand something:

Having faith doesn’t mean you never struggle. Having faith means you know where to turn when you do.

I don’t believe we have to pretend everything is wonderful when we’re hurting.

Jesus never asked us to pretend.

He invites us to bring our burdens, our fears, our disappointments, and our brokenness to Him.

And that’s what I continue to do.

MY FAITH IS BIGGER THAN MY DIAGNOSES

Over the years, I’ve experienced some incredibly difficult medical situations.

I’ve faced moments when doctors weren’t sure I would survive. I’ve experienced hospitalizations, intensive care, treatments, and medical circumstances that I never imagined would become part of my testimony.

I’ve also experienced what I can only describe as the incredible grace and mercy of God.

In 2019, after years of serious illness and moments when my life was hanging in the balance, I experienced a remarkable miracle after attending a prayer gathering.

A miracle that hasn’t disappeared because God is mad at me or my lack of faith.

I am still walking in my miracle.

I have countless testimonies of God’s faithfulness, and I carry those experiences with me.

But I’ve also learned that faith isn’t a guarantee that we will never get sick, never suffer, or never experience another difficult diagnosis.

Faith is trusting Jesus even when the healing hasn’t come or the healing isn’t complete healing.

I believe the majority of the time, our healing is progressive. That is a post for another post.

Faith is believing when the answers don’t make sense.

Faith is finding peace when the circumstances haven’t changed.

Faith is knowing that even in the darkest valley, we are never walking alone.

One of my favorite passages is 2 Corinthians 12:9:

“My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.”

I’ve come to understand that Scripture in ways I never could have imagined.

I used to think strength meant being able to do more, accomplish more, and push through every obstacle.

Today, I understand that sometimes strength means getting out of bed when everything hurts.

Sometimes strength means asking for help.

Sometimes strength means resting.

Sometimes strength means crying out to Jesus and admitting that you don’t have anything left to give.

And sometimes strength simply means getting through another day.

TO MY WIFE, FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND EVERYONE WHO PRAYS

I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge the people who have walked alongside me.

Especially my bride, Laura.

For more than two decades, she has walked through this medical journey with me. The appointments, treatments, surgeries, hospitalizations, uncertainty, and countless difficult days.

She has been there through so much.

People sometimes talk about what it means to love someone through sickness and health. Laura has lived that commitment in ways that words cannot adequately describe.

I am also grateful for family, friends, and everyone who made the choice to stick around and pray for us, encourage us, check in on us and reminded us that we’re not alone.

Your prayers matter.

Your encouragement matters.

And sometimes, just knowing someone is thinking about you makes a difficult day a little easier.

I’M NOT FINISHED LIVING

So, where do I go from here?

Honestly, I don’t know exactly what tomorrow will bring.

I cannot promise that my health will improve. I cannot promise that I won’t face more challenges. I cannot predict what these diagnoses will mean for my future.

But I can make a decision about today.

I can continue loving my wife.

I can continue encouraging people.

I can continue sharing my faith.

I can continue writing, creating, praying, and looking for opportunities to make a difference.

I can continue living a life of significance, even if that life looks very different from what I once imagined.

I have spent much of my life encouraging people to keep fighting, keep believing, and keep overcoming.

Today, I’m reminding myself of that same message.

And I want people to understand something:

I’m not an overcomer because I’ve defeated every medical condition.

I’m an overcomer because these conditions haven’t taken away my hope, my faith, my love for Jesus, or my desire to keep living.

My health issues are part of my story.

They are NOT my identity.

My identity is found in Jesus.

I am a child of God.

I am loved.

I am still here.

And I still have a purpose.

ONE FINAL THOUGHT

If you’re reading this and you’re fighting a battle of your own, whether it’s cancer, Parkinson’s, dementia, an autoimmune disease, chronic illness, depression, or something nobody else can see, please hear me.

You are not your diagnosis.

You are not your limitations.

You are not your worst day.

You are not forgotten.

You are not alone.

Give yourself permission to have difficult days. Give yourself permission to rest. Give yourself permission to ask for help.

And never believe that your life has lost its significance simply because your circumstances have changed.

I don’t know how many chapters remain in my story.

But I know who holds the pages.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

But I know who holds tomorrow.

And I don’t know what the future of my health looks like.

But I know that Jesus will be with me every step of the way.

Six medical battles. Countless challenges. One Savior. One unwavering faith.

I’m not giving up.

I’m not throwing in the towel.

I’m not finished living.

I’m still fighting. I’m still believing. I’m still trusting Jesus.

And by His grace…

I’M STILL AN OVERCOMER!

KEEP FIGHTING. KEEP BELIEVING. KEEP OVERCOMING.

To God be the glory. ~OC

Glimpses Of Heaven…

Today’s a new day!

Over the past several weeks, God has been giving me some very special glimpses of Heaven. Sometimes these moments happen during the day, and other times they come at night when I’m actually able to get some sleep.

I honestly don’t know how to put these experiences into words. They are brief, beautiful, and filled with a peace that is difficult to explain.

Let me be clear about something. I don’t believe these moments mean I’m going home to Jesus anytime soon. But whenever that day comes, I am ready. My hope, my faith, and my eternity are in Him.

What makes these moments so special is that they haven’t been frightening or unsettling in any way. Quite the opposite. They have been filled with an incredible sense of peace, comfort, and the presence of Jesus. I genuinely look forward to them.

There is something else that has been happening during these brief moments. Sometimes Jesus places particular people on my heart. He shares words, thoughts, and encouragement that I feel led to pass along to others.

Are these moments prophecy? I honestly don’t know, and I’m not going to get caught up in trying to put a label on them. I don’t need to understand everything God is doing. I simply want to remain available, listen, pray, and share what Jesus puts on my heart.

After everything I’ve experienced throughout my health journey, including some moments when doctors weren’t sure I would make it, I’ve learned not to take a single day for granted.

I’ve also learned that there is so much more to our relationship with Jesus than we sometimes allow ourselves to experience. Sometimes we need to slow down, become quiet, and simply make room for Him.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I know who holds tomorrow.

I am not afraid of Heaven. I’m looking forward to the day I see Jesus face-to-face. Until then, I still have a life to live, people to love, prayers to pray, encouragement to share, and hopefully a few more lives to touch along the way.

Jesus, keep my heart sensitive to Your voice. Keep my feet moving in the direction You lead, and never let me become so distracted by the gifts that I lose sight of the Giver.

I’m not looking for attention, a platform, or a title. I’m simply looking for Jesus.

Keep overcoming. Keep fighting. Keep believing.

And above all, keep your eyes on Jesus! ~OC

Watch Your Thoughts. They Shape Your Future.

Today’s a new day!

What you allow into your mind eventually finds its way into your words. Your words influence your actions, and your actions help determine the direction of your life.

It all starts with what you choose to believe and what you allow to take root in your heart.

Choose thoughts that bring hope. Speak words that encourage. Take actions that make a difference. And above all, invite God into every part of the process.

“For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.” — Proverbs 23:7

You may not be able to control everything that happens to you, but with God’s guidance, you can choose how you respond.

Think with purpose. Speak with grace. Act with love. Live with faith.

Your future is being shaped by the choices you make today. Make them count!

Keep overcoming. Keep growing. Keep becoming who God created you to be! ~OC

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

Fire Ants And American Politics

Sometimes, the smallest things can teach us the biggest lessons.

Several months ago, I accidentally stepped into a pile of fire ants.

Before I even knew what was happening, those little monsters were crawling all over my left ankle and lower left leg. And let me tell you, it didn’t take long for things to go from bad to REALLY bad.

I had a terrible reaction. What started with a bunch of tiny ants turned into a major infection. That infection triggered a flare-up of my Myasthenia Gravis, and before I knew it, I was fighting for my life in the hospital, spending 11 days in the ICU.

ELEVEN DAYS!

All because I accidentally stepped into a pile of fire ants.

Now, I’ve learned a few things throughout my crazy health journey, but this experience reminded me of something pretty important.

WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING!

Sometimes, we’re moving through life without paying attention to what’s right in front of us. We get comfortable. We get distracted. We assume everything is fine until suddenly, we’re dealing with the consequences of something we never saw coming.

But there’s another lesson I learned during this experience.

THERE’S NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A PILE OF FIRE ANTS AND POLITICS IN AMERICA!

Stay with me for a minute.

Fire ants don’t care who you are. They don’t care what you’ve accomplished, how much money you make, what church you attend, or what political party you support. Step into their territory, and they’ll attack.

And once they get going, those little suckers don’t seem to know when to stop!

Sound familiar?

Look at American politics today.

People are getting attacked from every direction. Politicians are taking shots at their opponents. Neighbors are turning against neighbors. Families are arguing across dinner tables. Friendships are falling apart. And people who once stood shoulder to shoulder are now treating one another like enemies simply because they disagree about politics.

Everybody seems to be looking for somebody to attack.

And just like those fire ants, the damage can spread a whole lot faster than we realize.

A little anger becomes bitterness.
A little disagreement becomes hatred.
A difference of opinion becomes a reason to destroy someone’s character.

Before long, the damage isn’t confined to Washington, D.C. It’s in our homes, our churches, our friendships, and our communities.

And here’s the scary part: Sometimes, we don’t realize how much damage is being done until we’re already covered in the mess.

Now, let me be clear. I’m not saying we should ignore politics or stop holding our elected officials accountable. Politics matters. Character matters. Truth matters. The decisions our leaders make affect real people and real families.

But somewhere along the way, too many Americans have forgotten that we can disagree without dehumanizing one another.

And for those of us who call ourselves Christians, we need to take an especially hard look in the mirror.

When did our political party become more important than our Christian character?

When did defending a politician become more important than defending the truth?

When did winning an argument become more important than loving our neighbor?

And when did we start excusing behavior from our favorite politicians that we would never tolerate from our own children?

CHURCH, WE NEED TO WAKE UP!

Jesus didn’t tell us to love our neighbors only when they voted like us.

He didn’t tell us to show grace only to people who agreed with our political opinions.

And He certainly didn’t tell us to abandon His teachings whenever our preferred candidate does something we don’t want to acknowledge.

Our faith should shape our politics. Our politics should never replace our faith.

Remember, a politician isn’t your Savior. A political party isn’t your identity. And winning an election isn’t worth losing your compassion, your integrity, or your witness for Jesus Christ.

So, yes, I learned to watch where I’m walking a little more closely after my encounter with those fire ants.

I learned that something small can create enormous consequences.

I learned that ignoring a problem doesn’t make it disappear.

And I learned that sometimes, by the time you realize what you’re standing in, you’re already in trouble.

Which brings me to my challenge.

AMERICA, WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING!

Pay attention to the hatred we’re allowing to grow. Pay attention to the division we’re excusing. Pay attention to the people we’re hurting in the name of political loyalty.

And Christians, pay attention to what is happening to your hearts.

You can stand for your convictions without standing for cruelty. You can hold politicians accountable without hating their supporters. You can disagree passionately without surrendering your compassion.

We don’t have to agree on everything to treat one another with dignity.

And we don’t have to sacrifice our faith to win a political argument.

After 11 days in the ICU, I can tell you that life is too precious to waste on hatred.

I’ve spent enough time fighting for my life to know that there are far more important things than political victories.

So the next time you’re tempted to jump into a political fight, take a moment to look around.

Ask yourself what you’re standing in.

Because sometimes, the biggest danger isn’t the pile of fire ants you can see.

IT’S THE ONE YOU NEVER NOTICED UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE.

And if we’re not careful, America may discover that the damage caused by our political hatred is far worse than we ever imagined.

WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING, AMERICA. THOSE FIRE ANTS ARE EVERYWHERE! ~OC

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

A Prayer For Healing

Dear Jesus,

Be near to the person walking through this cancer battle today. Give them strength when they feel weak, peace when they are afraid, and hope when the road feels too long.

We declare in faith that cancer does not have the final word—Jesus does. We speak life, healing, strength, and restoration over their body. We ask You to touch every cell, strengthen every organ, calm every fear, and bring healing where healing is needed.

Guide every doctor, nurse, treatment, and decision. Give wisdom to those providing care and courage to the one receiving it.

Lord, let Your healing power move through this body. Let every treatment accomplish what it is intended to do, and let there be strength where there has been weakness and renewed hope where there has been exhaustion.

We believe You are still the Healer. We believe miracles are still possible. We believe this battle is not the end of the story.

Surround them with Your presence and remind them that they never walk alone.

In the mighty, powerful and healing name of Jesus, Amen.

~OC

The Mountain

Is God is calling you to climb a mountain?

You’ve been staring at this mountain long enough.

The diagnosis.
The disappointment.
The betrayal.
The loss.
The fear.
The rejection.
The impossible situation.

And somewhere along the way, you started believing that because the mountain is BIG, your God must be small.

NO.

Caleb stood at 85 years old and looked at a mountain filled with giants and said:

“GIVE ME THIS MOUNTAIN.”

Not give me an easier assignment.
Not give me a different battle.
Not wait until the circumstances improve.

Give me this mountain.

That’s the kind of faith I want.

Faith that doesn’t collapse when circumstances change.

Faith that doesn’t disappear when the answer doesn’t come quickly.

Faith that doesn’t need everything to make sense before it takes another step.

I will walk in the confidence of God- regardless of the mountain standing in front of me.

Because my confidence isn’t in my circumstances.

My confidence is in Jesus.

The mountain doesn’t determine whether God is faithful.

The diagnosis doesn’t determine whether God is faithful.

The storm doesn’t determine whether God is faithful.

The enemy doesn’t determine whether God is faithful.

God is always faithful. Period.

So bring me the mountain.

Bring me the thing that scares me.

Bring me the thing that makes me realize I can’t do this in my own strength.

Because when I reach the place where I can’t, I discover the place where He can.

I don’t need to understand the entire journey.

I just need enough faith to take the next step.

One More Step.

When I’m tired—one more step.
When I’m afraid—one more step.
When I’m hurting—one more step.
When I can’t see the way forward—one more step.

Not because I’m strong enough.

Because Jesus is.

And hear me clearly:

I am not backing down.

I am not bowing to fear.
I am not surrendering to circumstances.
I am not allowing yesterday to dictate tomorrow.

God, give me this mountain.

Because I know who walks with me.

His name is Jesus.

The One who walked out of the grave.
The One who conquered death.
The One who holds my future.
The One who has never abandoned me.
The One who is still Lord when everything around me is falling apart.

I don’t need the mountain to be smaller.
I need my faith to become bigger.

So, Jesus…

Give me this mountain.

Give me the courage to climb it.
Give me the faith to face it.
Give me the strength to endure it.
Give me the perseverance to finish it.

And when I reach the top, I won’t take the credit.

I will point everyone to you.

Because I didn’t overcome because I was strong.

I overcame because Jesus was with me every step of the way.

The mountain may be big.
The battle may be real.
The circumstances may be brutal.

But Jesus is still Lord.

And if Jesus is with me—

I will keep on climbing.

Give me the mountain.
Give me Jesus.
and let’s go.

“Now therefore, give me this mountain…” — Joshua 14:12

Love Your Neighbor

Today’s a new day!

Maybe the hardest question we can ask ourselves as Christians isn’t, “Do I love Jesus?”

Maybe it’s this:

“Has following Jesus actually made me love my neighbor more?”

That question has been sitting heavy on my heart.

Because I’ve spent a lot of years learning about Jesus.

I’ve read the Bible. I’ve listened to sermons. I’ve sat in Bible studies. I’ve prayed. I’ve worshiped. I’ve written about faith, grace, suffering, forgiveness, hope and the goodness of God.

I’ve talked about discipleship.

I’ve talked about what it means to follow Jesus.

But lately, I’ve found myself asking a much more uncomfortable question:

Am I actually becoming more like Him?

Because there is a difference between knowing Jesus and becoming like Jesus.

And sometimes I wonder if we’ve become really good at the first one while completely missing the second.

We know the verses.

We know the doctrine.

We know what we believe.

We know what we think is right and what we think is wrong.

We know what other people should be doing.

But do we love them?

Really love them?

Not just the people who agree with us.

Not just the people sitting beside us in church.

Not just the people who vote like us, think like us, worship like us or live their lives the way we believe they should.

I’m talking about the difficult people.

The angry people.

The broken people.

The addicted people.

The people who have made terrible mistakes.

The people who don’t believe what we believe.

The people who have hurt us.

The people who have hurt themselves.

The people who don’t look like us.

The people who don’t smell like us.

The people society has decided aren’t worth much.

The people who make us uncomfortable.

Those people.

Jesus called them our neighbors too.

And that’s where this gets painfully personal for me.

Because it’s easy to love people when loving them costs us nothing.

It’s easy to talk about loving our neighbor when our neighbor looks, thinks and lives like we do.

It’s easy to say, “Jesus loves you,” from a safe distance.

But what happens when Jesus asks us to get close?

What happens when loving our neighbor means listening instead of lecturing?

Forgiving instead of keeping score?

Serving instead of being served?

Showing grace instead of passing judgment?

Sitting with someone in their pain instead of trying to explain it away?

What happens when loving our neighbor requires us to put our pride down?

That’s where discipleship gets real.

Because Jesus didn’t simply tell us to love people.

He showed us what love looks like.

He touched people everyone else avoided.

He ate with people religious society had rejected.

He stopped for people everyone else walked past.

He noticed people everyone else ignored.

He loved people who couldn’t give Him anything in return.

And then He stretched His arms across a wooden cross and showed us that real love is sacrificial.

So I’ve been asking myself:

What if discipleship isn’t measured by how much Bible I know, but by how much love I give?

What if spiritual maturity isn’t about how many arguments I can win, but how much grace I can extend?

What if becoming more like Jesus means becoming slower to judge, quicker to forgive, more willing to listen and more willing to love people who don’t deserve it?

Because here’s the truth I’ve had to confront:

I can be right and still be unChristlike.

I can know Scripture and still have a hard heart.

I can defend the truth and still fail to show grace.

I can go to church every Sunday and still walk past my neighbor without ever noticing that they’re hurting.

I can call myself a disciple while becoming increasingly comfortable with people I don’t like being treated as though they don’t matter.

And that realization hurts.

Because I don’t want to simply talk about Jesus.

I want my life to look like Him.

I want people to experience something different when they encounter me.

I want the lonely to feel seen.

I want the hurting to feel safe.

I want the broken to know they aren’t beyond redemption.

I want the person who disagrees with me to know I can disagree without hating them.

I want the person who has fallen to know there is still grace.

I want the person who feels forgotten to know that somebody cares.

I want my neighbor to encounter Jesus—not because I preached a sermon at them, but because I loved them.

Maybe that’s the discipleship journey we’re missing.

Maybe following Jesus isn’t about becoming more religious.

Maybe it’s about becoming more human—the kind of human God created us to be before sin taught us to divide, judge, hate and exclude.

So I’m asking myself today:

Has following Jesus made me love my neighbor more?

Has it changed the way I speak to people?

Has it changed the way I treat people who disagree with me?

Has it changed the way I respond to the broken?

Has it made me more compassionate?

More patient?

More forgiving?

More generous?

More willing to serve?

More willing to listen?

More willing to love without expecting anything in return?

And perhaps most importantly:

Would my neighbor say that following Jesus has made me a more loving person?

That’s the question that scares me.

Because it’s one thing for me to say I’m becoming like Jesus.

It’s another thing for the people around me to actually see it.

Maybe it’s time we stopped measuring our discipleship by how many Christian things we do and started measuring it by how much love is actually coming out of our lives.

Because Jesus didn’t say the world would recognize His disciples by their political opinions.

He didn’t say they would know us by our church attendance.

He didn’t say they would know us by how loudly we defended our beliefs.

He said they would know us by our love.

So before I point another finger…

Before I criticize another person…

Before I decide who is worthy of my compassion…

Before I tell someone else what they need to change…

Maybe I need to get on my knees and ask God:

“Lord, change me first.”

Make my heart softer.

Make my hands willing to serve.

Make my ears willing to listen.

Make my eyes willing to see the people everyone else overlooks.

Make me love the people I don’t understand.

Make me forgive the people who hurt me.

Make me compassionate toward people whose stories I don’t know.

And when I encounter someone who is hurting, broken, angry, lost or far away from You…

Don’t let me walk past them.

Let me stop.

Let me see them.

Let me love them.

Let me become Your hands and feet.

Because maybe the greatest testimony we will ever give isn’t something we say.

Maybe it’s the way we love someone who thought Christians would hate them.

And tonight, I hope we all sit with this question for a while:

If the only Bible my neighbor ever read was the life I lived, would they see Jesus?

Not perfection.

Not religion.

Not condemnation.

Jesus.

Because if my discipleship hasn’t made me love my neighbor more…

Maybe the problem isn’t that my neighbor needs to come closer to Jesus.

Maybe I do. ~OC

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