Brian Besong’s father came from a Catholic family but left the faith when he married Brian’s mother. They settled into life in the Disciples of Christ in Houston, Texas, which
He was called the “Father of Jesus Rock.” Everyone who was an Evangelical or Pentecostal Christian in the 1970s knew who he was. He wrote such songs as “I Wish
Jason Stewart was raised in a “generically” covenant evangelical Christian home where all the basic tenets of the tradition were taught and lived out. At the age of 15, Jason’s
Dr. Anthony Caruso, a reproductive endocrinologist, joins Marcus in reflecting on his faith journey which began in Boston in the early post-Vatican II days. A son of Italian and Irish
From my earliest memories Jesus was my best friend. I loved church, worship, and my Bible, which I unfailingly carried everywhere. My dad used to joke, “Don’t you trust my driving? Is that why you always take your Bible?”
The Lord’s grace throughout my life has always been abundant. In reality, I can’t recall a time when I have not loved, desired, and pursued God. I always wanted to hear more about Jesus and to share Him with others.
When he was a toddler, the parents of Chris Davis divorced. He and his mother left Kentucky for Washington State, but over the next decade, they moved quite a bit.
Mark Averett, though being born and lived for his first four years in Mississippi, counts Kentucky as his home. Raised until age twelve in the Southern Baptist tradition, Mark has
I started out defending my faith, but gradually I felt I had nothing to fall back on. I knew what I had been taught, but when challenged, I could only refer vaguely to the Bible… When I would mention the Bible, my best friend would say, “I gave up believing in fairy tales when I was a child.” Those words struck me hard in my youth.
A 27-year-old graduate student of philosophy at Franciscan University of Steubenville, JonMarc resides in Steubenville, OH, with his wife Teresa and two young children. While completing his undergraduate degree at
It was the great hymns and potluck suppers that Don Brey remembers best about his days growing up in the Methodist tradition, not necessarily the church doctrines. Don credits his
I was born in the ghettoes of Chicago’s South Side in 1961. My first memories are of dilapidated apartments, window frames without windows, trash strewn on the streets, urine-soaked alleys, and a neglected-derived independence. As a three-, four-, and five-year-old, I remember many times coming and going from the apartment my mother, siblings and I shared while my mother, an active alcoholic at that time, had friends over from morning till night — days filled with card games, cigarette smoke and all the beer and vodka they could want. When I was about seven years old, my father, whom I had only met once, came to the apartment announcing that my six siblings and I were going with him. It was the last time I would see my mother for years. Much later, my father told us my mother told him she was moving and leaving us at the apartment, and warned him that if he didn’t come get us, we would be abandoned.
Growing up in the heart of conservative Mennonite and Amish communities in Ohio, Chad Gerber has fond memories living in the Mennonite tradition, though, he was not particularly spiritual. That