“Go and make disciples of all nations baptizing them in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  Teach them to observe all things that I have commanded you.  And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” - Matthew 28:19-20

We believe that we have been called to use the gifts God has given us to reach unbelievers for Him and to encourage, and build up His Church.

For Mylie, Michael, Lindsey, all the Bulemic Beauty Queens and the Family in Church Who Seem to Have Their S#!t Together

It looked like a bassinette at first.  Instead of a cradle, however,  it was a pedestal that her daddy constantly placed her on.  Then there was a rush of excitement and pride as the pedestal grew to the sky; but as it got taller and narrower it became clear that there was no way off without hurling herself to her death.  A pedestal, it seems, is just a different kind of prison cell.   

He streaked through the water and was honored by the entire world with medals and praises.  One after another, the gold discs were placed over his neck to the tune of his anthem and the adoration of his fans.  But medals aren't buoyant.  As the medal count grew, they pulled him down, deeper and deeper beneath the surface.  Fighting the weight that's pulling him down, he thrashes to the surface gasping for breath. But he's quick to go down again. Medals, it seems, are just another millstone around the neck if one is already drowning.

At first the articles were reviews; "An exceptionally gifted child," "Brilliant", "Talented beyond her years".  Then the ink dried for a season.  New articles appeared with a decidedly different tone: "Shoplifting", "Drugs", "Jail".  With time and pushy parents,the good reviews returned, but with all the same gossip interspersed.  She clipped them all and saved them in her scrap book and on her fridge. But in the end, all those headlines just make for a longer entry on the obituary page.

Tiara perched on her big hair, Vaseline toothed and slender, she was awarded her first trophy.  As she grew taller, the trophies did too.; double handled loving cups filled with a champagne so sweet she couldn't detect the arsenic lacing every sip.  Writhing on the floor as she vomited out her life, beauty lost years ago.

Dressed in their Sunday best, smiles that could light up Heaven itself, singing with the voices of angels, quoting chapter and verse.  "If only we could be like that family."   Yet every greeting of peace feels like a dementor's kiss, and every pat on the back is another chisel blow, shaping them into objects of worship they were never intended to be. 

 Gods of wood will burn, gods of stone will crumble, and gods of flesh and blood will die and rot.

But Lord have mercy on those who sculpt these idols.

 

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The presentation was fun and encouraging... The gospel message was clear and encouraging. I purchased your book and just finished it. Your scope is broad and again encouraging. May God continue to bless your ministry. I will encourage others to read your book. -Parishioner of a local church

"Hey, I  wanted to say that was a great message in chapel today! It touched something:) thanks for doing it!" -High School Student  

"We are so grateful that you brought your amazing ministry back to our church this year... The Gospel message you bring applies to all!  It is such a positive, valuable work that you do."  -Coordinator of Christian Ed. UCC Church

"There's no questioning it. This is powerful stuff. It's extremely touching at times, never less than entertaining, and I see a lot of sincere love for Jesus in you guys."  -Dwight Lilies, song writer

The Lord has given you a wonderful window through which to present the Gospel!   - Field Director of Alliance Missions to Paraguay

"What a wonderful ministry to both children and adults.  In past years it has been a struggle to arrange programing that would hold the attention of all ages, but also challenge each heart with God's gift of Salvation.  Thank you for sharing your ministry."  -Sunday School Sup't.

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