Bob B. – Lead Content Creator

While serving in the United States Airforce during the Vietnam war, as a young man of 19 years of age, engulfed in the destruction of human life, I began to blame God for all I witnessed and became a hard-core atheist. Years passed, and in 1980, I met a Christian reading his Bible. His name was Greg. I told him that he was wasting his time because there is no God. He gently looked at me and said, “The Bible says, a fool has said in his heart, there is no God”. As I walked away, his words cut to my heart. I felt like a fool as my childhood memories returned to me in moments when I looked up into a stary night, recalling how breathtaking it all was and believing in amazement that God made all that in His own power.

After talking more with Greg that week, and having many questions answered from God’s Word, the Bible, I fell to my knees in tears and told God that there is no way He could save me. Then I recalled in my mind how Jesus cried out while on the cross, “Father, forgive them. for they know not what they do.” I then realized, if Jesus can forgive those who nailed Him to the cross, He will forgive me also. As I cried out for Him to forgive me of all my sin and foolishness, and put my trust in his death, burial and resurrection, I wiped away the tears and stood up a new man…a man devoted to this best friend and Savior I ever had, and will have, for all eternity. From that moment on, I devoted my life to studying and teaching God’s Word. I have been doing this for the past 45 years which includes evangelistic, missionary and pastoral ministry to reach the lost and edify the body of Christ, for our Lord’s glory and His soon coming Kingdom.

Jamie F. – Project Manager & Content Creator

Cody J. – Technology Expert

I grew up in a small town in Saskatchewan, Canada called Burstall.

As of March 2024, I accepted Jesus and became a Christian, a major life change that I myself had not anticipated I would be making and was quite surprised by (still am while writing this on April 30). Which means my future isn’t so charted anymore. I have less of an idea of what I’ll be doing one, two, or three years from now than ever before. And I’m so excited about it!

I am learning to be deeply thankful and grateful every day that I am here, and to try to make valuable use of my finite time. And life is very finite. So feel free to reach out… your clock is ticking too!

In early 2005 in the weeks leading up to my 18th birthday, I started reading some arguments from atheists on the internet. Not every argument and point I was encountering was sound in my mind, but I did run into some very good questions that got me thinking about stuff I had not considered… and then, when I started asking questions and having conversations, it became apparent to me that most of the Christians I talked to were not that familiar with the teachings in their own books, which also indicated to me that they might not really think it’s as important as they claim. I don’t know that it was an entirely fair assessment now, for a number of reasons that I won’t get into here. Anyway, a combination of exposure to alternative information and reasoning, along with others’ attitudes about questions was…

Hollis B. – Content Builder, Photo Video Coordinator

I came to know our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on August 1st, 2024. It wasn’t an overnight transformation—it took about a year for Him to truly grab my attention. At first, I’d hear His name here and there, just a whisper, nothing more. But as time went on, His name seemed to follow me, appearing in unexpected places and conversations. People were drawn to me, and they shared their stories about Christ, often without even knowing why. It was like they felt compelled to talk about Him with me.

Despite all these signs, I was still lost and unsure. One day, I prayed, “Jesus, I’m not sure why, but your name is everywhere. Life isn’t going my way—why not give you a chance?” Nothing happened at first, and I forgot about it. But He didn’t forget.

On what I thought would be a chaotic family vacation, everything went right. Before I even boarded the plane, the cheap hotel I booked became unavailable, and I was offered a better one for less money. The small SUV I’d rented wasn’t big enough for my family, but the manager upgraded me to a larger one for free. My so-called “luck” followed me everywhere, blessing me when I needed it most.

While at a bar during that trip, I felt an urge to ask a stranger where he was from. He looked worn down, trying to find peace in his drink, but when we started talking, it was like life came back into him. He told me about how his family left him, how he felt lost—until he called out to Jesus. It was almost exactly like my own prayer. I wondered, why did Jesus answer him and not me?

That trip was filled with good fortune. Everything seemed perfect, so of course, I decided to try my luck at a casino. I won $400 right away, but then lost almost everything I’d won. On the drive back to the hotel, I felt something shift—like I had disappointed someone. The drive was longer, heavier, and the sense of guilt hung over me. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had brushed against God’s presence, and I felt like I had let Him down.

Back home, life got worse. Doors that seemed open slammed shut. Work became unbearable, and every day felt like a struggle. Still, Jesus found His way back to me, this time through a man others might call a “Jesus Freak.” He was always smiling, always talking about Christ, even when I wasn’t in the mood to hear it. Life was hard, and I felt like Jesus chose everyone but me. But the man kept encouraging me to pray.

So I did. Three times, nothing happened. But on the fourth try, I poured my heart out, and something shifted. My mind became still. I’d never felt that kind of peace before. It lasted three days, and when it faded, I prayed again. The peace returned.

At the time, I had a habit of vaping, but after that prayer, it started to feel repulsive. No matter how many times I tried to quit before, I couldn’t. This time, I asked Jesus for help, and within a week, I was free from it. That’s when I realized that the peace Jesus offered was like the treasure in the field from Matthew 13:44. I was willing to give up everything to hold onto it.

Over time, I gave up more: drinking, video games, even my TV. I wasn’t just feeling peace anymore; I was feeling freedom. And then, Jesus asked me to do something I never thought I could—quit my job. He didn’t explain why, just that I had to trust Him and walk by faith (2 Corinthians 5:7). At first, I didn’t listen, and work became unbearable. But when I finally quit, I wasn’t afraid. I felt His presence and His peace.

It wasn’t easy afterward. I lost my health insurance, and the medication I needed would have cost $400 out of pocket. But somehow, it all worked out. Every challenge, every trial, He was there, guiding me, speaking through me. Now, I know that anything is possible with Jesus.

Lately, He’s led me to photography. In just a few days, I’ve poured my heart into this new passion, working relentlessly. He’s telling me to take bold steps, and everything is falling into place, even when the world tries to push me in the other direction. I know His voice so well now that when He says, “wait,” I trust Him.

Cedric S. – Design

I was twelve years old, living in the Philippines—the youngest of six kids. My mom had officially separated from my dad and had moved to Canada. At the time, most of my siblings were still living in the house, except for my brother Caloy, who was mostly away at university and managing a family business in another town. My father was a colonel and a judge in the military—always busy, always occupied. So even though the house was full, I still felt alone in many ways. There was no real guidance, no one actively shaping my walk with God. It was a house full of people, but in some ways, I was growing up on my own.

It was during that time—one summer day in 1981—that my brother Caloy called me up to the attic. Caloy was the strange one in our family. The radical. The Christian. We didn’t really get him back then. But that day, he had something to say.

He rolled out a world map on the attic floor—sunlight pouring in from the window—and pointed to Israel. “Would you believe,” he said, “this tiny little country is surrounded by enemies… and they’re winning?” I was twelve. That kind of thing sparks your imagination. I leaned in.

He told me they were God’s chosen people. And that led us—just the two of us—to open the Bible. He started in Genesis, walked me through creation, the fall of man, and the need for salvation. Then he jumped to Revelation, to the tribulation, and for the first time in my life, I felt the weight of eternity. I felt the fear of being lost.

That day, he asked if I wanted to be saved. I said yes. Then he quietly left me alone in the attic. I remember sitting there—sunlight still pouring through the window, the world quiet—and I prayed. Just me and God. As best as a 12-year-old boy could understand and put into words, I repented and asked Jesus to save me. It wasn’t polished. It wasn’t profound. But it was real. It was sincere. And that was the beginning.

But without decipleship, without guidance, without a church, I didn’t grow. My faith had no roots. I slipped. By the time I was a teenager, I was already living wild—cutting class, drinking, chasing trouble. Just trying to find something solid to stand on.

When I was sixteen, me and my older brother Casper moved to North Bay, Ontario, to live with my mom. She encouraged me to go to church the best she could. I even got baptized. But the truth is, I wasn’t changed. I was still lost. North Bay has a strip downtown where all the bars are. It’s busy at night, but around two in the morning, it gets quiet. I remember stepping out of the bar more than once—still hearing the music and the noise from inside—and just sitting on the cold sidewalk, crying. I didn’t know why at the time, but now I know—it was the emptiness. It was God pulling at my heart, even when I wasn’t looking for Him.

In 1989, I went back to the Philippines for a couple years. My girlfriend, Carla, was there, and I wanted to be with her. When I got back, her family had become born-again Christians. They would hold Bible studies in their home and always invited me. I would show up sometimes, but my heart wasn’t there. I was working in the recording studio scene, building my career as a recording engineer. I was still chasing me.

When I returned to Canada, my mom had moved back to Montreal. She was going to a Christian church with a man named Robert Dunn—someone who became like a second father to me. Through them, I started going to Victory Bible Baptist Church, pastored by Bob Battaglia. That church was different. Pastor Bob was preaching through Revelation on Sunday nights—the same book Caloy had shown me years earlier. And suddenly, it all came flooding back.

That old hunger. That old fear. That longing to come home.

It was around that time Carla and I decided to get married. But she could not enter Canada, and I could not enter the U.S. legally. So, she flew to Massena, New York, and I drove down with Pastor Bob, Robert Dunn, my mom, and an immigration lawyer. On January 31, 1992, in a tiny Baptist church on a snowy day, we were married. Pastor Bob, being ordained in New York, officiated the wedding. It was simple, quiet, and full of joy.

From there, Carla and I recommitted ourselves to Christ and His church. I helped lead worship, taught Bible studies, and even preached from time to time. I also became a deacon at Victory Bible Church. When the church eventually transitioned to home groups, I led one of them for a few years. And today, I serve at Fairview Alliance Church in Montreal, working behind the scenes in the sound ministry—still learning, still serving.

Looking back, my life’s story isn’t about me finding God. It’s about God never giving up on me. From that attic in Manila, to the bar sidewalk in Northbay, to a small snowy church in New York—He was there. Waiting. Calling. Loving. And I’m still amazed by that kind of love, mercy, and grace.

Jen F. – Art Content Creator

My Journey: From Brokenness to Redemption
A Foundation of Faith
I grew up going to church for as long as I can remember. At a very young age, I loved Jesus. My parents bought my sisters and me a wonderful set of children’s Bible books, and I spent many hours reading them. When I went to Christian summer camp, the staff was amazed by my Bible knowledge. I proclaimed my faith in Jesus as my Savior when I was 10 years old and was baptized that same year.

A Shattered Childhood
That was also the year my world crumbled—my parents divorced, and I experienced a traumatic incident with a relative. Both of my parents eventually remarried, and we moved out to the country. That part was wonderful for me.

I’ve always loved horses, and after working for a woman for a year cleaning stables, I was able to get my own horse. I also loved doing art. We continued attending church, and spent every other weekend at my dad’s house, who had also moved to the country.

Searching for Myself
I wasn’t exactly a great student, and I had no interest in going to college. I ended up joining the Marines, but it didn’t work out. I tried to escape because it just wasn’t for me. When I returned home, I felt like a failure.

I started working minimum-wage jobs and hanging out with the wrong crowd. That’s when I discovered how drugs and alcohol could numb the pain of my past. I spent most of my 20s doing unhealthy, dangerous things while working in a factory. Eventually, I moved into quality control, which became my career path.

I had a couple of relationships during that time, but by the end of my 20s, I was dating random guys and had unhealthy views about relationships. I tried going to church off and on, searching for something to fill the emptiness inside. I had spiritual moments with God—but also times of wandering far from Him.

A New Chapter
At 29, I bought a house in the city. I was done with dating and was ready to become a crazy cat lady.

Of course, that’s when I met my husband, Jamie.

We had a lot in common—both of us had grown up in church and were children of divorced parents. The first few years of our marriage were good, but eventually we realized something important: it’s not healthy to place all your hopes and dreams on another person. We were both disappointed and lost in our own ways.

Hitting Rock Bottom
I fell back into drugs and alcohol. Things spiraled out of control, and I went to rehab in New York twice—but I left early both times and continued struggling.

When I hit rock bottom, I went to a rehab in Texas. Before I left, Jamie had me listen to the song “Forgiven” by Crowder. At first, I didn’t think much of it.

But while at rehab, I began waking up early to read my Bible and listen to Christian music. One morning, that same song came on—“Forgiven”—and it hit me like never before.

If Jesus could forgive me… maybe I could forgive myself. I had so much self-hatred. But that moment changed everything. Tears streamed down my face—tears of joy.

I stayed in Texas for a full month and graduated from the program. Things began to change.

A New Foundation
Jamie’s relationship with God deepened. At this point, we decided to start living for Jesus.

After visiting several churches, we found Crosstown Alliance, thanks to my mom. She attends their Wellsville campus and told us about a new one in Greece. She hoped my sisters would try it out since it was close to their homes.

Funny enough, Jamie and I were the ones who started going—even though it wasn’t close to our house.

We noticed the drum set was never used, and since Jamie is a drummer, he volunteered. Around the same time, we were also attending another church with Jamie’s brother, so for a while, we had two church homes—both of which felt like family.

Moving Forward in Faith
Last year, I volunteered at a Christian summer camp for kids—and Jamie joined me! It was hard work, but we both loved it. Now, we attend several small groups and serve at church together.

All we want to do is serve God.

It’s been incredible for both of us to be working on Walk the Bible—a resource that continues to inspire and encourage our spiritual growth.

My Prayer for You
My hope is that people will see the love that Jesus has for them. He loves us so much.

In my own life, He has taken brokenness and turned it into something beautiful—for His glory. I continue to be amazed by that every single day.

I pray that others will find that same hope and healing.

Steven I. – Executive Consultant

Steve’s testimony is coming soon!