Tag: Voices

The Morning That Changed My Prayer Life Forever

This is the second of two deeply personal experiences that I have shared publicly for the very first time.

The first was my experience during surgery in 2019, when I believe God allowed me to see Heaven before telling me, “Not yet. I still have more work for you to do.”

This is the story of another experience that forever changed how I pray, how I love people, and how urgently I believe Christians should share the Good News of Jesus Christ.

After the miracle God performed in my life in November of 2019, something incredible happened.

For a season, God allowed me to run again.

Considering everything my body had endured through years of illness, surgeries, and suffering, every mile felt like a gift from God. Every run became an opportunity not only to exercise but also to pray.

On a Thursday morning in October of 2020, I headed out for what I thought would be another ordinary run.

As I ran past Jupiter Medical Center in Jupiter, Florida, I did what I had done countless times before. I prayed for the doctors, nurses, staff, patients, and families. I asked Jesus to bring healing, peace, wisdom, comfort, and hope to everyone inside those walls.

A little farther into my run, I decided to stop at a men’s Bible study in Jupiter. We spent time praying together, encouraging one another, and opening God’s Word. It was a wonderful morning of fellowship.

After the Bible study, I decided to continue my run before heading home.

That’s when everything changed.

As I ran down Central Boulevard near the park affectionately known as “Duck Park,” life seemed completely normal. The sky was bright blue. The weather was cool. People were jogging, riding bicycles, walking, and driving by.

Then, in what felt like only moments, everything around me changed.

The blue skies disappeared.

Darkness surrounded me.

The temperature became unbearably hot.

What I experienced next is something that has stayed with me every single day since.

I believe God allowed me, for only a few brief moments, to experience something I can only describe as a glimpse of hell.

Around me I heard people crying out in desperation.

They were screaming.

Over and over I heard words that pierced my heart:

“Why didn’t anyone tell us about Jesus?”

“Why did so many Christians give up on us?”

Those cries echoed with an anguish that is impossible to put into words.

What made the experience even more overwhelming was that I could still see people running, riding bicycles, and driving as they had been only moments before, yet in this experience they too were crying out with the very same questions.

The entire experience lasted only a matter of seconds.

Then it was over.

I have often joked that I could have qualified for the Olympic team by how fast I ran home that morning.

But behind the humor is a truth that has never left me.

That morning changed my life forever.

Whether I am speaking with one person or a thousand people, I can no longer look at anyone the same way.

Every person I meet has an eternal soul.

Every conversation matters.

Every act of kindness matters.

Every prayer matters.

Every opportunity to share the love of Jesus matters.

I don’t believe Christians are called to preach with condemnation or fear. We are called to preach with tears in our eyes, compassion in our hearts, and the love of Christ leading every word we speak.

Jesus didn’t come to condemn the world.

He came to save it.

That experience gave me an urgency that has never faded.

I still wake up every day asking God, “Who needs to hear about You today? Who needs encouragement today? Who needs hope today? Who needs someone to remind them that they are loved by God?”

I believe every follower of Jesus should live with that same sense of eternal purpose—not out of panic, but out of love.

People all around us are searching for hope.

Many have never truly experienced the grace of Jesus.

Many have been hurt by people who claimed to represent Him.

Many have concluded that no one cares enough to tell them the truth wrapped in love.

May that never be said of us.

This is the first time I have publicly shared both of these experiences—my encounter in Heaven during surgery in 2019 and this life-changing experience during a morning run in October of 2020.

Both have been incredibly difficult to share, each for different reasons.

I know there will be questions.

There may even be skepticism.

I understand that.

My goal has never been to convince anyone based on my experiences.

My prayer is simply that my testimony points people to Jesus Christ.

If these stories encourage even one person to seek Him more deeply, to pray more faithfully, to love more compassionately, or to boldly share the Gospel with someone who needs hope, then sharing them will have been worth it.

As Scripture reminds us:

“Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.” (Mark 16:15)

May we never grow comfortable with keeping the greatest news the world has ever known to ourselves.

There are people waiting to hear about the Savior who changed our lives.

Let’s tell them. ~OC

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Human Trafficking: The Conversation We Cannot Afford To Avoid

Today’s a new day!

For almost twenty years, I have been involved in the fight against human trafficking. It has been one of the most rewarding and heartbreaking journeys of my life. I have seen lives restored, survivors find hope, and communities come together to protect the vulnerable. But I have also seen unimaginable pain, brokenness, and exploitation.

One thing that continues to break my heart is the response I sometimes receive when trying to discuss this horrific crime. More than once, I have heard people say, “I don’t want to hear about that.”

Every time I hear those words, a question immediately comes to mind: What if it were your child? What if it were your grandchild? What if it were your neighbor’s child? Would you still not want to hear about it?

The reality is that human trafficking thrives in darkness and silence. The traffickers count on people looking away. They count on communities being uncomfortable. They count on society deciding that the subject is too disturbing to discuss.

As followers of Jesus, we are called to do the opposite.

Jesus never ignored suffering. He never walked away from broken people because their situation was uncomfortable. He stepped into the pain. He confronted evil. He brought light into dark places. If we are going to follow His example, we cannot close our eyes to the suffering happening around us.

The truth is that every statistic represents a real person. Every number has a name. Every victim has a story. Every life being trafficked is a life created in the image of God. These are sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, friends and neighbors whose dreams are being stolen and whose dignity is being attacked.

Ending human trafficking will require more than awareness campaigns and social media posts. It will require courageous people willing to have difficult conversations. It will require churches willing to educate their congregations. It will require parents willing to talk to their children. It will require communities willing to recognize the warning signs and refuse to remain silent.

Yes, these conversations can be uncomfortable. Yes, they can be heartbreaking. But difficult conversations often lead to life-saving action.

Proverbs 31:8 tells us, “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.”

That is not a suggestion. It is a calling.

We cannot protect what we refuse to discuss. We cannot fight what we refuse to acknowledge. We cannot rescue people if we choose comfort over compassion.

My prayer is that the Church would be known not for avoiding hard topics but for courageously confronting them with truth, love, and action. May we be people who refuse to look away. May we be people who speak up for the vulnerable. May we be people who shine the light of Christ into some of the darkest places in our world.

Because every statistic is a person.

Every person matters to God.

And that is reason enough to have the tough conversations.

This message is difficult, but it’s one that can help bring awareness, protection, and hope to those who need it most. ~OC

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Finding My Voice In Silence

Today’s a new day! I’ve been thinking a lot about voices lately. Not the physical one, but the one that truly matters – the one inside our head and heart.  As Parkinson’s disease slowly takes away my ability to physically speak, I am learning that my inner voice is getting louder. It’s a weird trade-off, but I’m grateful for it. You see, my words might not come out like they used to, but the thoughts, emotions, and passions behind them are still there, burning strong. The voice you hear in my spoken words might not be my physical voice, but the thoughts and heart behind them are all mine. 

I share my writings and spoken words with you, because I want to encourage you to find and share your own voice, no matter what it sounds like or how it comes out. It might be a whisper, a scream, a song, a book, or a poem. It doesn’t matter – what matters is that you’re sharing it. Since this health journey started many many years ago, writing has been my way to express myself, to process life, and to connect with others. Even though my physical voice is fading, my heart is still speaking, and I’m grateful to have platforms like this to share my thoughts and stories with you. So, don’t be afraid to let your voice be heard, even if it’s just a whisper. ~OC

***You can listen to the Spoken Word at my YouTube channel Todd E. Shoemaker

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Just Breathe

Today’s a new day! Stop and take a breath. Sometimes that’s all we can do. We’ve done everything else. We have lifted up every prayer, we have sung every worship song, and we have cried every tear. Sometimes we cannot fix everything that spirals out of control. We have exhausted ourselves. We finally look to God and simply say I do not know what to do.

We are silent. Dear God, we know that you’re close, but sometimes the only voices we hear are the chaotic ones raging from inside our head. Please speak to us. Dear God, let the fire of your amazing love burn away everything that is not from you.

Gently you come. We feel the faint touch of your Spirit—a little light in the midst of our darkness. Let us lean into your presence and promises.

We hear your voice chase away our fears. You whisper for us to be still, to release our worries to you, so you can step in. In all honesty, we wonder if we truly can. But out of obedience and sometimes complete exhaustion, we surrender all. Dear God, please take it all. We choose to put our trust in you. We choose to leave all our junk at your feet.

We choose to be still. Let our hearts experience Your peace. You are God and you will not forget your promises to us. ~OC

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God’s Voice

Today’s a new day! I have been walking this crazy beautiful health journey for over twenty years. Anyone who has endured long term health issues will understand immediately the agony of this path, not only on your own body and life but in the lives of those that love you. But in the middle of all of that, I have learned to recognise the quiet voice of God. To date, God’s voice has not let me down or steered me in the wrong direction. His voice brings peace and comfort and allows me a chance to breathe when the reality of my battle would seek to crush the very air from my lungs.

So I continue to lean into God and make sure His voice is the one voice that doesn’t get ignored. Over the years, I have learned how to weed out the voices that would seek to bring harm, no matter how well intentioned and allow only those voices that bring hope, peace and encouragement. I know there will be some who read this post and call me naive. But you know what? I don’t care.

My journey, my rules. It’s my race and I decide how to run it. And in the center of my race, I choose to run into the unfailing words of God.

I have no idea what this crazy beautiful health journey holds for me, but I know that if I am anchored with deep roots in God’s Word, I will continue running a strong race. As grateful as I am for my medical team and the medications that keep me going, I have never put my hope in them. My hope, my confidence, is in the God of Heaven.
He will never let down. ~OC

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