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

Blowin’ In The Wind

How many times must we watch the world suffer before we finally decide to do something about it?

How many wars must be fought, how many children must go hungry, how many innocent lives must be lost, and how many voices must cry out for justice before we stop pretending that nothing is wrong?

We live in a world overflowing with opinions but starving for compassion. We argue about politics, fight over differences, draw lines in the sand, and forget that beneath it all, we are human beings sharing the same fragile planet.

We have the technology to reach across the world in seconds, yet sometimes we cannot reach across the street to love our neighbors. We have the resources to change lives, yet we continue to turn away from those who need us most.

Maybe the answers aren’t blowing in the wind. Maybe they’re standing right in front of us.

Perhaps the real question isn’t how many times we must see injustice, but how many times we are willing to walk past it.

Perhaps it’s not how long we must wait for peace, but when we will finally stop choosing hatred over understanding.

And perhaps the greatest tragedy isn’t that we don’t know what needs to change, but that we keep waiting for someone else to change it.

We cannot solve every problem. We cannot stop every war. We cannot heal every broken heart. But we can choose compassion over cruelty, kindness over hatred, understanding over judgment, and courage over silence.

We can stand up for those who have no voice. We can love people who disagree with us. We can refuse to let political divisions destroy our humanity.

The world doesn’t need more people pointing fingers. It needs more people willing to extend a helping hand.

So, the next time you wonder how much longer it will take for the world to change, ask yourself a different question:

What am I doing to make it better?

Because peace begins with us. Justice begins with us. Love begins with us.

And if we keep waiting for somebody else to make a difference, we may spend our entire lives waiting for answers that were always within our reach.

The wind will keep blowing. The questions will keep coming.

The question is whether we will finally have the courage to become part of the answer. ~OC

Twenty Reasons to Get Out of Bed Every Day

Sometimes getting out of bed can be tough.

Can I get an amen?

As I have walked this crazy, beautiful health journey, I have learned a few lessons. I have learned that some mornings begin with pain. Some begin with exhaustion. Some begin with questions we don’t have answers for. And some mornings, simply putting your feet on the floor feels like an accomplishment.

But I’ve also learned something else:

As long as God gives us another day, there is still a reason to get up.

So, from someone who has learned to keep fighting, keep believing, and keep overcoming, here are 20 reasons to get out of bed every day:

1. Because you woke up.

Every new morning is a gift. Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow isn’t promised. But today is here.

2. Because God isn’t finished with you.

If you’re still here, your story isn’t over. There is still purpose in your life.

3. Because someone needs you.

Your spouse, your children, your family, your friends, your church, your neighbor—or someone you haven’t even met yet.

4. Because there is still someone to love.

Love isn’t just something we receive. It’s something we give away.

5. Because there is still someone who needs encouragement.

Sometimes your simple “I’m praying for you” can change someone’s entire day.

6. Because your testimony matters.

Someone may be watching how you walk through your storm. Your scars may become someone else’s hope.

7. Because pain doesn’t get the final word.

Pain may be part of your story, but it doesn’t have to define your story.

8. Because there are still miracles to witness.

Sometimes miracles look like healing. Sometimes they look like strength to make it through another day.

9. Because you can still make a difference.

You don’t have to change the entire world. Sometimes changing one person’s world is enough.

10. Because tomorrow’s blessing may require today’s obedience.

You may not understand what God is doing today. Keep walking anyway.

11. Because there are still memories to make.

There are sunsets you haven’t seen, conversations you haven’t had, places you haven’t visited and moments you haven’t experienced.

12. Because laughter is still waiting for you.

Life can be incredibly hard, but there is still room for joy.

13. Because somebody needs to hear your story.

Never underestimate what God can do with a life that refuses to give up.

14. Because you are more than your circumstances.

Your diagnosis isn’t your identity. Your failures aren’t your identity. Your worst day isn’t your identity.

15. Because there is still work to do.

Maybe it’s big. Maybe it’s small. Maybe it’s simply loving the person standing beside you. It all matters.

16. Because hope is still alive.

Even when you can’t see the way forward, you can take the next step.

17. Because God can bring beauty from brokenness.

Some of the most beautiful things in life can grow from the hardest seasons.

18. Because someone else needs to see you keep going.

Your perseverance may give someone else permission to believe they can keep going too.

19. Because you haven’t seen the end of your story.

Don’t close the book while God is still writing the chapters.

20. Because Jesus is still with you.

Through the good days. Through the bad days. Through the pain, fear, uncertainty and exhaustion.

You are never walking alone.

So tomorrow morning, when getting out of bed feels impossible, start small.

Put your feet on the floor.

Take a breath.

Say a prayer.

And whisper:

“Lord, thank You for another day. I don’t know what today will bring, but I’m still here. I’m still fighting. I’m still believing. I’m still overcoming. Let’s see what You can do with this day.”

Then get up.

Not because every day will be easy.

But because every day is still worth living.

Keep fighting.
Keep believing.
Keep loving.
Keep overcoming.

And most importantly—

Keep Jesus at the center of it all.

Today is a new day.

Get up. God isn’t finished with you yet. ~OC

Remembering President Jimmy Carter: A Life of Character and Service

Today, October 1, 2026, would have been President Jimmy Carter’s 102nd birthday.

Today, we pause to remember a man who represented something that seems increasingly rare in American public life: character, integrity, humility, humanity, and a genuine commitment to serving others.

James Earl Carter Jr. was born on October 1, 1924, in Plains, Georgia. He would go on to become the 39th President of the United States, serving from 1977 to 1981. But his life was about far more than the four years he spent in the White House.

He believed that public service was supposed to be about people—not power.

He believed leadership carried responsibility.

He believed faith should be lived, not simply spoken.

And he believed that every human being possessed dignity and deserved to be treated with compassion.

Those values shaped his life long before the presidency and continued long after he left Washington.

A President From Plains

There was something remarkable about Jimmy Carter’s connection to Plains, Georgia.

He came from a small community, became governor of Georgia, became President of the United States, and then returned home.

He never seemed to believe that occupying the highest office in the land made him more important than the people around him.

After leaving the White House, President Carter and Rosalynn Carter founded The Carter Center in 1982, dedicating themselves to advancing peace, democracy, human rights, health, and humanitarian work around the world.

His post-presidential life became one of the most extraordinary chapters of his story.

He worked for peace.

He fought disease.

He monitored elections.

He advocated for human rights.

He helped build homes through Habitat for Humanity.

He taught Sunday school.

And he continued serving others when there was absolutely no political office left to win.

That matters.

Character When Nobody Is Watching

Perhaps one of the greatest lessons from Jimmy Carter’s life is that character is who you are when the cameras aren’t rolling.

Presidents come and go.

Political parties change.

Campaign slogans disappear.

Headlines fade.

But character remains.

President Carter demonstrated that leadership does not require constant outrage, personal attacks, or a hunger for attention.

It can look like humility.

It can look like listening.

It can look like keeping your word.

It can look like serving people who can do absolutely nothing for you in return.

It can look like choosing peace when division would be easier.

It can look like standing up for human rights even when doing so is politically difficult.

The Carter Center describes his life’s work in three simple words:

Wage peace. Fight disease. Build hope.

What a legacy.

What Washington Could Learn

And perhaps that is why remembering Jimmy Carter feels especially meaningful today.

Our politics can often seem consumed by division, anger, tribalism, personal ambition, and the endless pursuit of power.

Washington can sometimes feel very far removed from the people who are struggling to pay their bills, raise their families, care for aging parents, find affordable housing, afford healthcare, or simply make it through another difficult day.

That is why character still matters.

Integrity still matters.

Humility still matters.

Compassion still matters.

Leadership still matters.

And public service should still mean service to the public.

Jimmy Carter wasn’t perfect. No president is.

His presidency had successes, challenges, and controversies, just like every administration in American history.

But remembering him today isn’t about pretending history was perfect.

It is about recognizing the qualities he brought to public service and the example he continued to demonstrate for decades afterward.

In 2002, Carter received the Nobel Peace Prize for his decades of work pursuing peaceful solutions to conflicts, advancing democracy and human rights, and promoting economic and social development.

His life ultimately became bigger than a presidency.

A Legacy Bigger Than Politics

President Jimmy Carter died on December 29, 2024, at the age of 100, at his home in Plains, Georgia.

But his story didn’t end there.

His example continues.

His work continues through The Carter Center.

His words continue to challenge us.

His life continues to remind us that leadership doesn’t have to be about self-promotion.

It can be about service.

It can be about sacrifice.

It can be about faith.

It can be about peace.

It can be about human dignity.

And it can be about leaving the world a little better than you found it.

Today, I think about Plains, Georgia.

I think about the little hometown that produced a man who would become the 39th President of the United States.

I think about President Carter and his beloved Rosalynn.

I think about Maranatha Baptist Church.

I think about the Carter Center.

And I think about a simple question for all of us:

What kind of legacy are we leaving behind?

Because someday the political arguments will be forgotten.

The campaign signs will be gone.

The television commercials will be forgotten.

The social-media battles will disappear.

But how we treated people?

That will matter.

How we served?

That will matter.

Whether we showed compassion?

That will matter.

Whether we stood for peace, justice, dignity, and humanity?

That will matter.

Today, we celebrate the life and legacy of President Jimmy Carter—the 39th President of the United States, a son of Plains, Georgia, a husband, a public servant, a humanitarian, a man of faith, and a lifelong advocate for peace and human dignity.

Happy 102nd birthday, Mr. President.

Thank you for reminding America that leadership can still be about character over ego, service over power, humility over fame, and humanity over division.

May we never stop learning from your example. Happy Birthday President Carter. ~OC

More Questions Than Answers

When I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 2007, my world changed in an instant.

Like so many others, I immediately began asking the questions we all ask after receiving life-changing news. What caused this? Could I have prevented it?

One thing stood out immediately: there was no family history of Parkinson’s disease.

No parents.
No grandparents.
No siblings.
No known relatives.

That didn’t answer the question—it only deepened the mystery.

Looking Beyond Genetics

For many years, Parkinson’s was often thought of as a disease that was primarily genetic. We now know that while genetics can play a role for some people, the majority of Parkinson’s cases are considered sporadic, meaning they occur without a clear inherited cause.

Researchers increasingly believe that Parkinson’s develops through a combination of genetics and environmental exposures. For many of us, the environment may play a much larger role than we once realized.

That realization raises important questions.

What have we been exposed to over a lifetime?

Pesticides.
Industrial chemicals.
Solvents.
Air pollution.
Contaminated water.
Heavy metals.

Scientists continue to study how long-term exposure to these and other environmental factors may increase the risk of developing Parkinson’s disease. While research is ongoing and not every case has the same cause, the growing body of evidence suggests that our surroundings matter.

We Need to Pay Attention

This isn’t about creating fear.

It’s about creating awareness.

If environmental factors contribute to Parkinson’s disease, then we should be investing far more into understanding those risks, reducing harmful exposures where possible, and protecting future generations.

We cannot change yesterday.

But perhaps we can change tomorrow.

That means funding more research.
Supporting environmental health initiatives.
Helping identify communities at higher risk.
And continuing to ask difficult questions until we find better answers.

My Journey

Nearly twenty years after my diagnosis, I’ve lived through far more than I ever imagined.

Parkinson’s became only one chapter in a much larger health journey that has also included Myasthenia Gravis and many other unexpected challenges.

I’ve experienced seasons of strength and seasons of weakness.

There have been victories, setbacks, miracles, disappointments, and countless lessons along the way.

If I’ve learned anything, it’s this:

A diagnosis may change your life, but it does not define your life.

I am still here.

I still have purpose.

I still believe God is writing my story.

A Call for Hope and Action

As someone living with Parkinson’s, I hope that one day we won’t simply ask how to manage this disease—we’ll know how to prevent many cases before they ever begin.

That will require courageous research.
Honest conversations.
Environmental responsibility.
And a commitment to putting people ahead of convenience or profit.

My prayer is that future generations will benefit from the questions my generation has had to ask.

Until then, I’ll continue sharing my story.

Because every story matters.

Every patient matters.

Every family matters.

And every step we take toward understanding Parkinson’s disease brings us one step closer to hope.

“We may not know exactly why every person develops Parkinson’s disease, but we owe it to those living with it—and to those who come after us—to keep searching for answers. Hope grows wherever truth is pursued.” ~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

The Story Behind The Music 

Today’s a new day!

People often ask me how I started writing music, and the honest answer might surprise them—I don’t come from some deep well of musical training or natural talent. I’ve never claimed to be a musician in the traditional sense. But what I have always had is an ear for music and a mind full of thoughts that never seem to sit still. For years, those thoughts found their way into blog posts, journal entries, and scattered writings. I didn’t realize at the time that God was planting seeds—words that would one day find a different kind of rhythm and voice.

As time has gone on, I’ve heard people assume that what I write must just be random phrases plugged into some app, especially with how much AI is shaping the world around us. But I want to be clear—every word I share comes from a real place. It comes from my heart, from my experiences, and from what strength I still have to express what’s inside me. These songs aren’t manufactured; they’re lived. They are pieces of my journey, shaped by faith, struggle, and the quiet moments where God meets me right where I am. Yes, the vocals and music are AI generated, but each word, each vocal and style of music comes from God inspired inspiration. And a lot of late nights.

The turning point came during a time of prayer. I felt God speaking to my spirit, nudging me to take those old writings and begin turning them into songs. My first response was hesitation—I told Him plainly, “I don’t know how to write music.” But in that stillness, I felt His answer just as clearly: I do. It wasn’t about technique or training; it was about obedience. So I started, unsure but willing, trusting that if He called me to it, He would carry me through it.

Not long after, I prayed a simple but bold prayer—that God would give me something new to write every single day. And in His faithfulness, He has answered that prayer again and again. Each morning brings a new thought, a new message, a new opportunity to share something He’s placed on my heart. That’s why so many of you receive those daily texts or posts—it’s not routine, it’s provision. This journey isn’t about becoming a great songwriter; it’s about being a willing vessel. And as long as He keeps giving me the words, I’ll keep writing them. ~OC

A Stand For Freedom

For twenty years, I have been on the front lines in the fight against human trafficking. It’s not a battle you walk away from unchanged. The stories, the faces, the weight of it all—they stay with you. There are moments, though, when I close my eyes and allow myself to imagine something different. A world where no one is bought or sold. A world where freedom isn’t a privilege, but a given. A world where the word “trafficking” is something future generations only read about in history books, unable to fully comprehend how it ever existed.

In that quiet place of imagination, there are no victims—only people living in dignity, walking in purpose, and free to live the lives they were created for. There are no broken families from exploitation, no silent cries in the dark, no chains—visible or invisible—holding people captive. It’s a world filled with justice, restoration, and hope.

But then I open my eyes.

And I am reminded that the world we live in is still deeply broken. Human trafficking remains one of the most horrific crimes against humanity—hidden in plain sight, thriving in darkness, and fueled by indifference, greed, and silence. It’s easy for people to look away, to believe it’s too big, too complicated, or too far removed from their everyday lives. But the truth is, it’s closer than we think—and it demands a response.

That’s why I don’t stay in that dream.

I wake up more determined.

Determined to be a voice for those who have been silenced. Determined to stand in the gap for those who feel forgotten. Determined to push back against the darkness, no matter how overwhelming it may seem. Because every life matters. Every story matters. And every effort—no matter how small—has the power to make a difference.

Over the years, I’ve learned that ending human trafficking isn’t about one person or one organization. It takes all of us. It takes awareness, education, and the willingness to have uncomfortable conversations. It takes communities choosing to care, to pay attention, and to act. It takes persistence—especially on the days when it feels like nothing is changing.

But change is happening slowly. 

Every life rescued is a victory. Every trafficker brought to justice is a step forward. Every person educated is another light shining into the darkness. Progress may not always be loud or immediate, but it is real—and it is worth fighting for.

So yes, I still close my eyes sometimes and imagine that world without human trafficking.

But I don’t stay there.

Because the real work is here, in the waking moments—in the conversations, the advocacy, the prayers, the actions. The dream isn’t meant to be an escape; it’s meant to be a vision. A reminder of what we’re fighting for.

And until that vision becomes reality, I will keep waking up determined.

Because giving up is not an option—and neither is ignoring the call to stand for freedom. ~OC

No Authority

Today’s a new day!

Fear is a powerful emotion, but as a believer, it does not have authority over your life. Scripture reminds us time and time again that God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind. When fear tries to creep in—whether it’s fear of the unknown, fear of failure, or fear of loss—you can stand firm knowing that it does not come from God. Instead, it is something you are called to resist through faith. God’s presence in your life is greater than any anxiety that tries to take hold, and His promises are unshakable even when your circumstances feel uncertain.

Walking in freedom from fear requires trust. It means choosing to believe God’s truth over your feelings. Fear may speak loudly, but it does not have the final say—God does. When you anchor your heart in His Word, you begin to see that fear loses its grip. You are not defined by your worries or limited by your doubts; you are defined by who God says you are: chosen, loved, and secure in Him. As you continue to lean into His presence, you’ll find that courage rises, peace settles in, and fear fades into the background where it belongs—powerless and without authority over your life. ~OC

Lessons Being Learned

Today’s a new day! Here are four things that God has been showing me over the past few months. I guess God wanted to remind me of His love, care and purpose for me, even in the midst of this health journey. I pray they encourage you. 

I Am Precious In God’s Eyes:

Isaiah 43: 4 says, ‘You are precious and honoured in my sight, and … I love you.’

As my body and mind continues to be an issue, I need to remind myself continually that God loves me for who I am not what I can do. The Lord has chosen me to be his treasured possession (Deuteronomy 14:2) and I am still precious to him despite my illness. He knows what he is doing and he is good.

If you are feeling that you have no purpose, the Lord wants to tell you differently. He wants you to know that your purpose is being his child, not what you are able to do.

I Am Blessed:

As I continue to walk through this crazy beautiful health journey, I have periods of sadness,  as I mourn the things I am no longer capable of doing. Some days are harder than others and I feel helpless and upset that I am a burden on Laura and others. Yet, God promises that if I lean on him and trust him, he will give me the strength that I need.

I need to ask God daily to help me remember my blessings. I have so much to be thankful for. Each day is a gift to enjoy being with Laura and friends making memories. I cannot allow myself to constantly be distracted by those friends who have decided to walk away, for whatever reason. 

I am reminded that God’s word says that every good and perfect gift comes from God (James 1:17) and I have been able to find much pleasure in the everyday things around me that I had not noticed before.

When you have a serious illness your world becomes much smaller, but in God’s grace even that can be a blessing. God has opened my eyes to see the little things in life and I can pray about them. I have time to see God answering those prayers and to see how he is interested in the tiny little details of our lives. Sometimes, living in the moment is a real privilege. I don’t need to worry about earning money or running a house because I have to trust that God will give others the strength and wisdom to do that. I know I can trust God in the big things because I can see him working in the little things.

I Am Useful:

It has been very hard not being able to get to church services and have fellowship with people. Zoom, text and phone calls are great but they aren’t the real thing. Often, although I know people pray for me and love me from afar, it can feel very lonely away from the church and everyday life. Yet, wherever I am,  I am still part of God’s family. I am still part of life. I really value people visiting and telling me what God is doing in their lives. It is good to be able to serve the Lord by praying for them and with them.

I can encourage others just by continuing to walk out this health journey, and let people see how He continues to move in the midst of the storm. I continue to learn that you don’t always need to be cheerful and smiling to be an encourager. Just sharing your life and your struggles and letting others see how God sustains you even in the midst of pain and darkness can be an encouragement. God continues to show me that Christian fellowship is about sharing your life with others, the ups, the downs, the differences and the bits in between. True fellowship is precious and points us  to Heaven.

Each day I ask God to help me to be content and to make life as easy as possible for those around me. There are times when I struggle with not being fully involved in daily life, but I know life needs to go on around me. I am still a husband, son, friend and I pray that God will make me the best one I can be.

I Am Being Made New:

I continue to learn that God is bigger than all of my health issues. He is good and his ways are perfect. I sometimes wonder why I am here after all these years, but while He allows me to continue living, I know that he will give me the strength to shine for him. I am reminded almost daily, even a weak and tiny flame can bring much light to a darkened room.

Guess what? God doesn’t see my body as decaying. No, my body is being changed for good and when God sees me as ready, he will take me to be with him, forever. I know that I am more than my illness, I am a child of God and I am loved.

Some days, the enemy tries to put fear in my heart. But on those days, I lean on the words of Psalm 23, which states, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me, your rod and your staff they comfort me.” I know that God will give me the strength to keep going until he calls me home. I continue to learn not to worry about tomorrow, but to be thankful and trust him for today. God knows what is coming and he will be with me when it comes.

I want to encourage you, in whatever storm you might find yourself walking through, that you are precious to the Lord and he will never leave you nor forsake you. ~OC

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