"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
"3 years later, it’s hard to not try to associate myself as ‘the shirtless jogger.’ That’s the reason people started to care about me...3 years later, I’ve probably lost more followers than most people will ever have."
"I felt this warmth that enveloped me. I felt the presence of God. I realized that Jesus paid the price for my sin ... I was a walking dead man and now I'm alive in Christ."
"He had no problem with the idea of being persecuted for the Gospel. He knew what he believed and he was assured that if anything ever happened to him he was going to be alright."
