Tag: Unity

Seasons

Today’s a new day! Yes, I am still on a break from sharing daily post, but sometimes God puts something on your heart that you feel compelled to share. This is one of those moments. The following is a collection of thoughts God has shared with me the last few days. I pray it speaks to your spirit.

There are seasons in life when the presence of God feels especially near. Seasons where you can see His hand moving in ways that are undeniable. Moments where prayers seem deeper, peace feels stronger, and hope begins to rise again. I believe I am walking through one of those seasons right now.

In this season, I can feel and sense God doing a mighty work in my body, bringing healing, strength, and renewal. I can see Him moving within my marriage, drawing us closer together and reminding us that His love is the foundation we stand upon. I also see Him working in the lives of our family and friends, opening doors, restoring hearts, and surrounding people with His grace and mercy.

Sometimes God moves quietly, like a whisper in the night. Other times, His presence feels overwhelming, powerful, and impossible to ignore. This season feels like one of those moments where Heaven is touching Earth in a fresh way. It is a reminder that God never stops working, even when we cannot always see it immediately.

Because of this, I want to encourage everyone reading this to lean into God a little closer. Spend time with Him in prayer. Open His Word. Worship even in the middle of uncertainty. Trust that where He has you planted right now is not an accident. There is purpose in this season, even if you do not fully understand it yet.

God knows exactly where you are. He knows the battles you are facing, the prayers you are praying, and the dreams hidden within your heart. And just as He is moving in my life, I believe He desires to move in yours as well.

So embrace the season you are in. Stay rooted in faith. Keep your eyes fixed on Jesus. The same God who brought healing, miracles, and revival throughout Scripture is still moving today. And I truly believe we are living in a time where His presence is drawing people closer to Him once again.~ OC

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A Country Divided

Today’s a new day! I debated on whether to share the following or not. But after praying about it, I decided it was time to share the newest writing. Well, new for you, but I have been holding on to it for some time. 

As I have watched the news, scrolled social media, and had conversations with family and friends, I have been heartbroken. The division, the cruelty, the “us versus them” mentality… it literally makes me sick to my stomach. I have watched the name-calling. I have watched politics turn human beings into teams, tribes, targets, and enemies. 

People ask me all the time if I’m a Democrat or a Republican. My answer is simple: I vote for whoever I believe will do the least harm in that moment. That’s it. Politics has taken on a level of hatred I want no part of. 

A house divided cannot stand. 

 And I am afraid this country is tearing itself apart piece by piece. 

The last time I remember seeing this country truly united in my lifetime was when those towers fell on September 11th. For a brief moment, we were not White, Black, Democrat, Republican, Rich, Poor, Blue State, Red State Left or Right. 

We were simply Americans. 

We cried together. We prayed together. We held each other up. And as tragic as that moment was, the unity that followed was a beautiful thing to witness. 

I miss that. 

Now everybody wants to be right, but not enough people want to be righteous. 

My health issues have taken a lot from me over the years. But at the same time, it’s allowed me to see life with a whole new perspective. So I do not share to gain anything. I am not afraid of backlash. I’ve got nothing left to lose except my place in heaven, and I refuse to give that up. 

I don’t agree with sin — any sin — but I will always love the person. 

That’s what Jesus did. 

When the woman caught in adultery was thrown at His feet, the crowd wanted to stone her. They wanted punishment. They wanted to feel righteous by destroying someone else. 

But Jesus didn’t join the mob. 

He protected her dignity first. 

Then He said, “Go and sin no more.” 

He corrected the sin without crushing the soul. 

That’s the example I try to follow. 

And look at how Jesus treated immigrants and strangers. 

He said, “I was a stranger and you welcomed me.”  

He praised the Good Samaritan — a foreigner — as the true neighbor. 

He never taught us to fear people crossing borders. 

But today, we treat immigrants in ways we wouldn’t treat our dogs. 

We act like every one of them is a criminal. 

We forget they’re human beings — fathers, mothers, grandparents, children — many running from danger, hoping for a chance to do things the right way. 

Not all of them are criminals. 

Not all of them are threats. 

Every one of them deserves dignity and a chance to become a citizen the right way. 

This is who I try to be: 

Someone who chooses decency even when it costs something. 

Someone who refuses to join the outrage machine. 

Someone who speaks up for people being dehumanized — whether they’re immigrants, LGBTQ, disabled, poor, or simply different. 

I do not have a platform. 

I do not have a microphone. 

I have a body that doesn’t work very well anymore. 

But I still have eyes. 

I still have a conscience. 

And I still have a responsibility to speak the truth as I see it in the scriptures.

When God finally calls me home, I want to leave it knowing I stood on the side of compassion — not cruelty. On the side of humanity — not division. On the side of Jesus — not the crowd with the stones in their hands. ~OC

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The Kingdom

Today’s a new day! I want to share a poem I wrote a few years ago. It’s entitled “The Kingdom.” ~OC

They can empty my pockets,
strip the paint from my name,
close doors in my face
and leave me standing in the cold of rejection.

They can take the title,
the comfort,
the applause of crowds
that fade like smoke in the wind.

They can break my body with sickness,
bury my dreams beneath ashes,
and tell me I am forgotten.

But there is one thing
this world will never touch.

It cannot steal the crown
prepared by nail-scarred hands.
It cannot silence the promise
spoken by the risen King.
It cannot chain eternity,
cannot lock Heaven’s gates,
cannot erase my name
written in the Book of Life.

For my treasure is not built
from the dust of this earth.
My hope is not hanging
on the fragile thread of tomorrow.
My inheritance is guarded
beyond the reach of thieves,
beyond the power of kingdoms,
beyond the grave itself.

So let the storms come.
Let mountains crumble
and fortunes disappear.
Let the world take all it can carry.

Because when the final shadow falls,
I will still stand redeemed,
still held by mercy,
still clothed in grace.

The world may take everything from me,
but it cannot take away
the Kingdom of Heaven from me.

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Before We Speak

Today’s a new day! 

In a world overflowing with criticism, outrage, and division, followers of Jesus are called to respond differently. It is easy to point out someone’s failures. It is easy to condemn, shame, or speak harshly when people fall short. But Christ never called His people to become professional judges of broken humanity. He called us to become carriers of grace, truth, and prayer. Before we rush to criticize someone’s life, we should first fall to our knees and pray for their heart. Before we speak words of condemnation, we should ask God to move in their life the same way He once moved in ours.

Every person you see fighting battles, making mistakes, or wandering far from God is still someone deeply loved by the Creator. Many people are carrying wounds nobody knows about. Some are drowning in fear, addiction, loneliness, bitterness, or shame. They do not need believers throwing stones from a distance; they need people willing to intercede for them with compassion. Jesus showed us what mercy looks like. Even while hanging on the cross, He prayed, “Father, forgive them.” If the Son of God responded to hatred with prayer and forgiveness, how much more should we?

Pray more than you judge. Pray more than you condemn. Pray for your family members who seem far from God. Pray for those who hurt you. Pray for those trapped in sin. Pray for those who mock your faith. Prayer has the power to soften hardened hearts, restore broken lives, and bring people into an encounter with Jesus that no argument ever could. Condemnation pushes people further into darkness, but prayer invites the light of God into impossible situations.

The Church shines brightest when it reflects the heart of Christ. Truth matters, but truth without love becomes noise. We are called to stand for righteousness while still extending mercy to people who desperately need hope. None of us were saved because we were perfect; we were saved because Jesus loved us in the middle of our brokenness. May we become believers known not for harsh judgment, but for powerful prayers, compassionate hearts, and a relentless desire to see people redeemed by the grace of God. ~OC

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On This National Day Of Prayer

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

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

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

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Front Porch Conversations

Today’s a new day! 

When I was growing up, some of the richest moments in life didn’t come from big events or expensive experiences—they came from sitting still and listening. We’d gather around grandparents, older relatives, or even a neighbor leaning back in a worn-out chair, and just soak in their stories. There was something sacred about it. Their voices carried history, wisdom, humor, and lessons you couldn’t learn from a screen. I remember asking questions—not because I had to, but because I wanted to understand where they had been, what they had seen, and how they had made it through life. Those conversations shaped me more than I realized at the time.

These days, that kind of connection feels harder to find. I see young people constantly pulled into their phones, measuring life through likes, shares, and fleeting moments of attention. At the same time, I see many older folks growing frustrated, shaking their heads, and criticizing the very generation they could be pouring into. Somewhere along the way, we stopped meeting in the middle. We traded front porch conversations for comment sections, and real laughter for digital noise. And in doing so, we lost something deeply human.

But it doesn’t have to stay that way. If we truly want a better country, a stronger community, and a more connected world, it starts small—right in our neighborhoods. It looks like putting the phone down, walking outside after dinner, and pulling up a chair in someone’s yard. It looks like asking questions again and taking the time to listen. It looks like older generations choosing to share rather than complain, and younger generations choosing curiosity over distraction. Real life happens in those moments—in the stories, the laughter, the silence between words.

Maybe the answer isn’t complicated at all. Maybe it’s as simple as showing up, being present, and remembering that every person has a story worth hearing. If we can get back to that—back to sharing life instead of scrolling past it—we might just rediscover the kind of connection that can change not only our communities, but the world around us. ~OC

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A Love Connection

Today’s a new day! 

Yesterday, Laura and I drove up to North Florida. If you have lived in Florida or parts of the South, you know what time of season it is. Yes, it’s love bug season. Those little insects can be a nuisance, but what if we looked at these annoying little bugs a little closer. Maybe there is a lesson to be learned. 

Every year in parts of the South, love bugs show up in swarms—small, unassuming insects that spend much of their short lives attached to one another. They’re not flashy or impressive, and to most people they’re just a seasonal nuisance. But if you pause long enough to notice, there’s something quietly symbolic about them. Love bugs are almost always seen in pairs, joined together, moving as one. In a simple, created way, they reflect a picture of connection, persistence, and a kind of devoted closeness that’s hard to ignore.

That image can point us to something far deeper—the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The Gospel tells the story of a God who didn’t remain distant, but chose to draw near to us, to bind Himself to humanity through Jesus. Where love bugs cling together for a season, Jesus stepped into our world and held fast to us even through suffering, rejection, and the cross. Scripture reminds us that nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ—not failure, not pain, not even death. That’s a far stronger bond than anything we see in nature.

There’s also something humbling about love bugs. They don’t try to stand out or make a name for themselves—they simply live out what they were created to do. In the same way, the Gospel calls us to a life not centered on self-promotion, but on abiding in Christ and walking in love. Jesus said that people would recognize His followers by their love, not by their status or accomplishments. When we remain “connected” to Him, like branches to a vine, our lives begin to reflect His grace, patience, and mercy to those around us.

So the next time you see those tiny insects paired together, maybe it’s more than just a seasonal inconvenience. Maybe it’s a small reminder of a greater truth: that we were created for connection—first with God, and then with one another. And through the Gospel, Jesus has made a way for that connection to be restored, secured, and sustained forever. ~OC

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More Than Mortality: A Call To Live Well

Today’s a New Day!

There’s a question that tends to follow me these days as I walk through this health journey: “Do you think about your mortality?” And the honest answer is yes—but probably not in the way people expect. Because the truth is, this isn’t just my reality; it’s everyone’s. Whether we acknowledge it or not, every one of us is living on borrowed time. None of us know when our final breath will come. We make plans, we chase goals, we assume tomorrow is waiting—but that’s never a guarantee. And maybe that’s not meant to scare us, but to wake us up.

Instead of obsessing over when the clock might run out, I’ve started asking a different question: what am I doing with the time I have right now? Am I using it in a way that matters? Am I choosing love over division, compassion over judgment, action over apathy? It’s easy to get caught up in labels—who people vote for, how they live, what they believe—but none of those things will matter as much as how we treated one another. At the end of the day, our legacy won’t be built on opinions shouted the loudest, but on kindness lived out the longest.

Time is a gift, even on the hardest days. Especially on the hardest days. And maybe the real challenge isn’t figuring out how much time we have left, but deciding what kind of impact we want to leave behind. Are we lifting people up? Are we showing grace where it’s least expected? Are we making someone’s load a little lighter? Those are the questions worth wrestling with.

Because when the clock does finally run out—and it will for all of us—it won’t be about how long we lived, but how well we loved. ~OC

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Not A Coincidence

Today’s a new day!

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

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

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We Need More Mr. Rogers’

Today’s a new day!

There was something quietly powerful about Fred Rogers. He didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard, didn’t rely on insults to make a point, and never tried to win by tearing someone else down. In a world that often feels louder, harsher, and quicker to judge, his gentle way of speaking truth with kindness stands out more than ever. The neighborhoods he built on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood weren’t just for children—they were a blueprint for how we might treat one another as adults. He reminded us that every person has value, that feelings are worth acknowledging, and that kindness is not weakness—it’s strength under control.

Contrast that with the culture we often see today, where bullying has been repackaged as confidence and cruelty gets disguised as honesty. Whether it shows up in schools, online spaces, or even public leadership, the tone can feel more like a battleground than a community. But the truth is, tearing people down has never built anything lasting. The world doesn’t need more voices shouting over each other—it needs more people willing to listen, to care, and to choose empathy over ego. Imagine what would happen if we measured success not by how many people we outshine, but by how many we lift up.

Maybe the call is simpler than we think. Be a little more patient. Speak a little more gently. Choose to understand before reacting. Those aren’t outdated ideals—they’re desperately needed ones. The legacy of Fred Rogers isn’t just something to admire from a distance; it’s something to live out in small, daily decisions. Because in the end, the world changes not through louder arguments, but through quieter acts of love. ~OC

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