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

Lack of Leadership

There is something deeply troubling about what we are seeing within our United States military.

The men and women who volunteer to serve our nation deserve better than political distractions, culture-war battles, and leadership that seems more interested in appearances than in the people entrusted to its care.

What happens in an organization is often a reflection of its leadership—from the head down.

When leadership loses sight of the mission, the people eventually pay the price.

Our military exists to defend this nation. It exists to protect Americans, deter our enemies, respond to threats, and ensure that the United States remains capable of defending itself in an increasingly dangerous world.

That should be the priority.

So when military leadership appears more focused on debates over the color or gender of our soldiers than on their readiness, morale, training, equipment, mental wellbeing, and ability to accomplish the mission, I believe we have a serious leadership problem.

And when tragic incidents occur aboard ships such as the USS Abraham Lincoln, we should be asking hard questions.

Not partisan questions.

Not political questions.

Leadership questions.

Are our sailors adequately trained?

Do they have the resources they need?

Are maintenance and readiness being taken seriously?

Are commanders being held accountable?

Are we listening to the people actually serving aboard these ships?

Are we spending our defense dollars where they will make the greatest difference?

Those questions matter far more to me than whatever political culture war happens to dominate the headlines this week.

Our service members don’t need Washington to constantly find another distraction.

They need leadership.

They need leaders who understand that behind every uniform is a human being—a son, daughter, husband, wife, father, mother, brother, sister, friend, and fellow American.

They deserve leaders who will fight for their wellbeing as fiercely as they expect those service members to fight for our country.

And this isn’t an argument against sports, entertainment, or morale events. Our troops deserve opportunities to relax and enjoy themselves. They deserve camaraderie and moments of fun.

But there is a difference between supporting morale and allowing distractions to become substitutes for leadership.

Dear military leadership: let’s spend more time and money addressing the problems that are actually affecting our military and less time chasing political headlines, building extravagant ballrooms, or putting the spotlight on MMA fights.

Let’s invest in readiness.

Let’s invest in maintenance.

Let’s invest in training.

Let’s invest in our sailors, soldiers, Marines, airmen, guardians, and Coast Guard members.

Let’s make sure they have the equipment, resources, leadership, and support they need to come home safely.

And let’s remember something incredibly important:

The military does not belong to a political party.

It belongs to the American people.

The uniform doesn’t belong to Republicans or Democrats. It belongs to the men and women who raised their right hand and swore an oath to defend the Constitution.

They deserve leadership that takes that oath as seriously as they do.

America doesn’t need leaders who are constantly looking for the next culture war to fight.

America needs leaders willing to fight for the people who actually fight for America.

Our service members deserve nothing less. ~OC

My Hope and Prayer for Each of You

Today’s a new day!

As I continue walking this crazy beautiful journey that God has placed before me, I’ve spent a great deal of time reflecting on what truly matters.

When life is interrupted by doctor’s appointments, hospital stays, difficult diagnoses, and moments that remind you just how fragile life really is, your perspective begins to change.

The things that once seemed so important begin to lose their grip.

The things that truly matter become impossible to ignore.

If I could share one thought with every person I know—my family, my friends, and even those I may never have the privilege of meeting—it is simply this:

Don’t waste your life chasing things that won’t last.

The world constantly tells us to chase more money, more success, more recognition, more followers, more possessions, and more applause.

But none of those things will follow us into eternity.

Only what we do for Christ will last.

So love people well.

Love the people who are not easy to love.

Love the people who disappoint you.

Love the people who think differently than you.

Love the people Jesus loves—which, thankfully, is everyone.

Life is simply too short to withhold kindness.

Forgive quickly.

Bitterness is a prison that only hurts the one carrying it.

Jesus forgave us while we were still sinners. As His followers, may we become known as people who extend the same grace we’ve so freely received.

Encourage often.

You never know what battle someone is fighting behind a smile.

A kind word, a handwritten note, a phone call, a prayer, or simply showing up can become the very thing God uses to carry someone through one more day.

Let’s become people who leave others stronger than we found them.

Walk humbly.

Every blessing we have is a gift from God.

Every talent.

Every opportunity.

Every sunrise.

Every breath.

Humility isn’t thinking less of yourself; it’s thinking of yourself less and making room for Christ to be seen more clearly through your life.

Trust God completely.

Not just when life makes sense.

Trust Him when the diagnosis changes.

Trust Him when the prayers seem unanswered.

Trust Him when the future feels uncertain.

Trust Him because His character never changes, even when our circumstances do.

I’ve learned that God has never once asked me to understand everything.

He has simply asked me to trust Him.

Keep your eyes on Jesus.

The world is loud.

Fear is loud.

Politics are loud.

Social media is loud.

Opinions are loud.

But Jesus still whispers, “Follow Me.”

Don’t allow the noise of this world to drown out the voice of the Good Shepherd.

Fix your eyes on the One who calmed storms, healed broken hearts, welcomed the outcast, carried the cross, defeated death, and still reigns today.

Finally, never forget this beautiful truth:

No matter what you are facing…

His grace is sufficient.

His love never fails.

His mercy is new every morning.

His peace passes understanding.

His presence never leaves you.

His promises are true.

That isn’t wishful thinking.

That is the unchanging character of God.

If my life has taught me anything over these many years, it is this:

Jesus is enough.

Not because life has always been easy.

But because He has always been faithful.

So this is my hope and prayer for each of you.

May you love more deeply than you ever thought possible.

May you forgive as freely as Christ has forgiven you.

May you become an encourager in a world desperate for hope.

May humility become your strength.

May your trust in God grow deeper with every season.

May your eyes remain fixed on Jesus no matter what comes your way.

And when your own earthly journey is complete, may your life tell the story of a Savior who never left your side, never stopped loving you, and never failed to keep His promises.

Until that glorious day, may we continue to walk by faith, love without limits, and shine the light of Christ wherever He leads us.

May our greatest achievement never be measured by what we accumulated, but by how faithfully we loved God and loved people.

And may everything we do point others to Jesus. ~OC

When We Care More About Position Than Protection

Today’s a new day!

I know many people may disagree with what I am about to say, and that’s okay. Healthy disagreement is part of life and part of the Church. But I stand firmly by these words.

I care far more about the victims of abuse in our churches than I do about whether a woman teaches a Bible study, preaches a sermon, or stands behind a pulpit in a Southern Baptist Church—or any other church.

For years, countless hours, meetings, conferences, articles, and social media debates have focused on the role of women in ministry. Entire denominations have wrestled with the question. Churches have split over it. Christians have passionately argued both sides.

Yet while some believers are consumed with debates about who is allowed to speak from the platform, children, teenagers, and vulnerable adults have suffered abuse in churches that were supposed to be safe places.

That should break our hearts.

When Jesus walked this earth, He consistently placed people above power, compassion above control, and protection of the vulnerable above religious posturing. He reserved some of His strongest words for religious leaders who burdened others while neglecting justice, mercy, and faithfulness.

I cannot help but wonder what Jesus thinks when churches spend more energy debating who can preach or teach than they spend ensuring children are protected.

I cannot help but wonder what He thinks when victims are ignored, silenced, questioned, or blamed while church leaders focus on preserving reputations and institutions.

The Church should be the safest place on earth for a child.

The safest place for a survivor.

The safest place for the wounded.

The safest place for those seeking healing.

And yet, too often, it has not been.

This is not a statement against theology. 

Theology matters. Scripture matters. Church governance matters. But if our theological discussions become more important than protecting people made in the image of God, something has gone terribly wrong.

If Christians are more concerned about a woman’s role in ministry than they are about children being abused, they have missed something essential in the teachings of Jesus.

If we can passionately argue about positions while remaining silent about victims, we need to examine our priorities.

If we are quicker to defend institutions than to defend the brokenhearted, we need to return to the heart of Christ.

Jesus welcomed children.

Jesus protected the vulnerable.

Jesus stood with the hurting.

Jesus confronted religious leaders who had lost sight of what mattered most.

The Church should do the same.

The world is watching how we respond. More importantly, survivors are watching.

They don’t need another debate.

They need safety.

They need accountability.

They need justice.

They need compassion.

They need to know that the Church values their well-being more than its reputation.

My prayer is that Christians of every denomination would become known not merely for what we believe, but for how fiercely we protect the vulnerable, how seriously we take abuse allegations, how compassionately we care for survivors, and how faithfully we reflect the heart of Jesus.

Because at the end of the day, protecting the vulnerable is not a political issue.

It is not a denominational issue.

It is not a conservative issue or a progressive issue.

It is a Jesus issue. ~OC

A Free Press Matters

Today’s a new day!

When I was in high school, I had a dream. I wanted to be the next great sports journalist. I loved sports, but even more than the games themselves, I loved the stories behind them. I admired the journalists who traveled the country, asked tough questions, told inspiring stories, and brought fans closer to the athletes and teams they followed.

Journalism fascinated me because it was about more than reporting scores and statistics. It was about seeking the truth, telling the stories that needed to be told, and helping people stay informed.

That is why I find myself disappointed by the growing attacks on journalists that we see today.

No, journalists are not perfect. They are human beings, and like every profession, there are good ones and bad ones. Some make mistakes. Some have biases. But the answer to imperfect journalism is not to destroy journalism. The answer is to pursue better journalism.

Throughout history, journalists have played a critical role in holding powerful people accountable. They have uncovered corruption, exposed injustice, highlighted the struggles of ordinary people, and brought important issues into the public conversation. Many have risked their careers, their freedom, and even their lives to report the truth.

A healthy democracy depends on an informed citizenry. People cannot make wise decisions if they do not have access to information. They cannot hold leaders accountable if no one is asking questions. They cannot understand what is happening in their communities, their nation, or the world if there is no one reporting the facts.

That is why a free press is so important.

We may not always agree with what journalists write. We may disagree with their conclusions, perspectives, or reporting. But disagreement should never become hostility toward the very institution that helps keep citizens informed.

As Christians, we should be people who value truth. Scripture repeatedly calls us to walk in truth, speak truth, and seek truth. While journalists are not the source of truth itself, many faithfully work to uncover facts and bring important information into the light.

When I think back to my high school dream of becoming a sports journalist, I still have great respect for those who dedicate their lives to telling stories and informing the public. Their work matters.

A democracy without journalists is a democracy left in the dark.

We may not always like what we hear, but a society that values truth must also value those who seek to report it.

Let us encourage honesty, integrity, and accountability in journalism while recognizing the vital role a free press plays in preserving freedom. An informed people are better equipped to make wise decisions, engage in meaningful conversations, and help build a stronger future for the next generation. ~OC

Microwave Waiting

Today’s a new day! 

Waiting is one of the hardest parts of the Christian life. We pray. We cry out to God. We ask for direction, healing, provision, or restoration, and deep down we often expect an immediate answer. We live in a world of instant downloads, fast food, overnight shipping, and microwave solutions, so naturally we sometimes expect our prayers to work the same way.

We pray about a job and hope the phone rings tomorrow. 

We pray about a relationship and expect immediate reconciliation.


We pray about a health issue and long for instant healing.

And sometimes God does answer quickly. Sometimes doors swing wide open almost immediately. Sometimes healing comes fast, provision appears unexpectedly, and breakthrough arrives sooner than we imagined. Those moments remind us that God is powerful, loving, and fully able to move in an instant.

But other times… God’s timing feels like forever.

There are seasons when heaven seems quiet. Seasons where the prayer has been repeated hundreds of times. Seasons where tears have become part of the daily routine. In those moments, it can be tempting to believe God has forgotten us, ignored us, or moved on from our situation.

But the silence of God does not mean the absence of God.

Often, the waiting season is where God does some of His deepest work in us. While we are focused on the answer, God is focused on our heart. While we are praying for a destination, God is shaping our character during the journey.

Waiting teaches us trust.

Anyone can praise God when the answer comes quickly. But faith grows stronger when we continue trusting Him before we see the outcome. Waiting teaches perseverance. It teaches surrender. It teaches us to seek God not only for what He can give us, but simply for who He is.

Sometimes God delays the answer because He is protecting us. Sometimes He is preparing us. Sometimes He is arranging circumstances we cannot yet see. And sometimes He wants us to learn to hear His voice more clearly in the quiet place of dependence.

The Bible is filled with people who had to wait.

The Book of Psalms is full of cries from David asking, “How long, O Lord?” Abraham waited years for God’s promise. Joseph waited through betrayal and prison before stepping into purpose. Even the disciples had to wait after the resurrection before the Holy Spirit came at Pentecost.

The waiting was never wasted.

Neither is yours.

If you are praying today for a job, a relationship, healing, direction, or peace, do not give up because the answer has not arrived yet. Keep pressing in. Keep praying. Keep opening God’s Word. Keep worshiping when it is hard. Keep listening for His voice.

Sometimes God speaks through open doors.
Sometimes He speaks through closed doors.
And sometimes He speaks through the waiting itself.

Do not let delay destroy your faith. God is still working even when you cannot yet see the evidence. A seed underground looks invisible before it becomes a harvest.

God’s timing is not microwave timing. It is holy timing.

And when the answer finally comes, you may discover that the greatest miracle was not simply what God did for you, but what He did inside of you while you waited. ~OC

Through Every Season

Today’s a new day! 

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

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

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

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

But Jimmy Carter had made a promise.

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

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

And the next morning, he did exactly that.

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

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

It was normal.

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

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

Instead, he picked up a hammer and stayed.

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

And that’s exactly how he lived.

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

He simply showed up.

Again and again.

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

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

Not once.
Not occasionally.
But consistently.

Through pain. Through age. Through every season.

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

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

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

Last Days Serving

In the quiet, weighty hours leading up to the cross, Jesus knew exactly what lay before Him. There was no uncertainty, no illusion about the suffering, betrayal, and death that were imminent. And yet, how did He choose to spend those final days? Not rallying crowds for rescue, not retreating into isolation, but kneeling on the floor, wrapping a towel around His waist, and washing the feet of His disciples. It is a striking picture of humility—God in the flesh performing the task of the lowest servant. In a moment where He could have demanded honor, He instead demonstrated love through service.

This act wasn’t just symbolic; it was deeply instructive. Jesus was showing that true greatness in God’s kingdom is not found in power or recognition, but in selfless, sacrificial love. Even knowing Judas would betray Him and Peter would deny Him, He washed their feet anyway. That kind of love challenges us. It calls us to serve not only those who are easy to love, but also those who hurt, disappoint, or misunderstand us. In a world that often urges us to seek status and self-preservation, Jesus invites us into a different way—a life marked by humility, grace, and quiet acts of service. ~OC

Serving. People. Prayer.

Today’s a new day! On the final night of his life, Jesus washed feet, ate with friends, and prayed.

Serving. People. Prayer.

It’s no coincidence that those things are central to God’s vision for our lives. I believe if we put our energies there, we will rarely have any regrets. ~OC

Along the Journey

Today’s a new day! As I continue to run this crazy beautiful health journey, I want to continue sharing some wisdom and life lessons with you. I pray they will challenge and encourage at least one person.

Twenty-three years ago, I sat in a sterile doctors office as the doctor shared I would probably be dead within five years. As I have continued running this crazy beautiful health journey, I have heard similar predictions from many doctors. Today as I write these words, my prognosis is not great. But as I write these words, I laugh a little because God continues to let me thrive in life despite the poor diagnosis. Throughout the past twenty-three years, God has answered the prayers of many. He continues to give me a reprieve. God continues to work miracles.

During the past twenty-three years of this crazy beautiful health journey, I have learned many lessons. I thought I would share a few.

I have learned to not fear death, but anticipate it with joy.

I love the words of the Apostle Paul,

“As it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” ~Philippians 1:20-21

I believe most Christians do not fear going to be with Jesus. It’s the pain and suffering that often precedes death that makes us a little uneasy. But I think as Christians, we tend to look at it the wrong way. Most of us think that we are in the land of the living en route to the land of the dying. But nothing could be farther from the truth. If we know Jesus, we are in the land of the dying traveling to the land of the living. I have experienced amazing peace during my hardest days. I have felt contentment and surrender wash over me.

Be brave. When I open my eyes each morning, I hear God singing these words to my heart.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” ~Psalm 27:1

Most days , I deal with a lot of pain, weakness, nausea and horrible headaches. But each morning, I make the choice to get up and look forward to all that God has planned for me that day. Now that doesn’t mean I do not have rough days. I definitely do. That is why I always try to share the good and not so good parts of my journey. But I look at others who are suffering more than me and see how they do not complain and are living life with a beautiful sense of joy. I figure if they can face the pain with faith, so can I.

Let God’s Word empower you.

Speak it. Pray it. Sing it. Envision it. The more you allow God’s word to feed your soul, the stronger your spirit becomes. When I am feeling too weak to do anything, I open God’s word or listen to praise music to help me through those tough moments.

I love what the psalmist wrote in Psalm 119:92-93:

“If your law had not been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction. I will never forget your precepts, for by them you have given me life.” ~Psalm 119:92-93

Remember. Be grateful. Be glad. 

As I have faced this health journey, Laura and I have decided to continue traveling and making precious memories. On the really tough days, I look at those pictures and re-live those beautiful moments. I feel so blessed to connect with friends old and new, with family, with former classmates and everyone I have met on this amazing life journey God continues to let me live. All I can do is smile. Well, I cannot really smile that well these days, but I try.

The Apostle Paul shared the following words while sitting in a prison cell:

“For what thanksgiving can we return to God for you, for all the joy that we feel for your sake before our God,” ~1 Thessalonians 3:9

Embrace each precious moment. 

I have learned to not leave any words unsaid. Hug the people you love (or fist bump). To share and give freely. Leverage your time and energy for God’s purpose.

Over the past twenty-three years, I have faced death many, many times, but God allows me to keep standing. During this journey, I have learned what really matters in life: my relationship with God, my family/friends, serving others and not waiting for the perfect time to make amazing memories.

“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” ~2 Corinthians 4:16-18

When life gets dark, the glory of God shines brighter. I am not afraid of the valley of the shadow of death, because He is with me….closer than I could have ever imagined! ~OC

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