March 24: Craig Garland. Craig runs a jail ministry and a local Bible study, both of which focus on helping people with addictions. Here’s today’s story. 

God can use a mans “Yes, send me” to free the addicted. 

As Craig made his forty-five-minute commute, he couldn’t believe that at forty-two he had even considered doing the one thing he had said he would never do. 

After years of his father’s encouragement, Craig decided to volunteer to serve in his church in whatever capacity they could use him. And he had been adamant he would never do anything as drastic as attend Bible College. So when he enrolled for classes, he said to himself, “Never say never.” 

Although Craig was sure God had called him into ministry, he didn’t have a clue as to what God had called him to do—specifically. Craig hoped God would use Bible College to head him in the right direction. 

But three years later, Craig still sought direction. 

One morning as he turned a curve, he saw a school bus on the side of the road. The children on the bus frantically waved their arms out the windows. As he got closer, he could hear their hysterical cries for help. 

Craig pulled up behind the bus, jumped out, and ran to front of the bus. The driver stood motionless staring down over an embankment. Craig asked, “What’s wrong?” 

The bus driver stuttered, “She’s dead.” Craig looked over the embankment. A body was floating face down in a pool of water. 

Craig froze for just a minute. Then two ladies ran over. They were nurses on their way to the local hospital, and they asked Craig to help them get the body out of the water. Craig told the children to stay on the bus. 

He and the two ladies stumbled down the embankment, while the bus driver stayed with the children. 

Craig flipped the body over. It was a woman—a woman he had seen many times on his way to classes. The poor woman was a well-known prostitute, who sold herself to feed her addiction; he had seen her walking up and down Highway 119. Now her body was beaten and bruised and ravaged by the years of drug abuse. 

Craig stared into her sunken eyes, and it was as if they stared back at him asking why he had never cared before. Why had he never stopped and offered her help? Why had he waited until it was too late? 

Craig thought: this lady was somebody’s daughter, somebody’s granddaughter, and maybe somebody’s mother. Then he thought about his own daughter. If she were bound by addiction, he would want somebody to reach out to her, to tell her about a God who can be closer than her breath, the One who can change her whole life. If only somebody had taken the time to reach out, to show they cared, to share the gospel—if only he had. 

At that moment in Craig’s heart, he heard the call of Isaiah 6:8: “Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?’ And I said, ‘Here am I. Send me!’” (NIV). Craig said, Yes, send me to people bound in addiction

Ambulance sirens broke the silence. The driver and his assistant loaded the lady onto a stretcher and then into the back of the ambulance. With tears streaming down his face, Craig stood in disbelief as the ambulance drove away. He never saw the lady again, but he saw her face every time he looked into the eyes of a person bound by the chains of addiction. 

At the age of 42, God had put Craig on the road He wanted him to travel, but not by the means Craig expected. Craig couldn’t change the fate of the lady who had walked Highway 119, but he could be part of changing the course of countless others. 

That tragedy soon birthed a jail ministry that focused on how to break the chains of addiction for the inmates. As Craig continued to seek other opportunities, God opened the doors for him and his wife to teach the Bible to the women at an addiction-recovery center in their hometown. 

Have you ever sensed God’s call on your life? You can be somebody. God can use a mans “Yes, send me” to free the addicted. 

Story based on an interview with Craig Garland, 2019. 

Story read by Joel Carpenter 

 March 23. James Arnold Taylor. James has many voices. More than 200. He is a well-known voice actor and has hosted Star War Weekends at Disney Hollywood Studios. He is also the author of JAT: 365 Inspirations for the Pursuit of Your Dreams. 

On this date in 2007, the animated action film and video game Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles premiered, with James providing the voice of Leonardo in both. 

But James has faced challenges too. This is today’s story. 

When the unexpected happens, do all you can, but trust God for the outcome. 

Remember the end of cartoon workdays, when  James Arnold Taylor hollered, “Yabba Dabba Doo!” For Fred Flintstone, Taylor was the man with the voice. As a popular voice actor, he brought to life many characters such as: Johnny Test, Leonardo from Mutant Ninja Turtles, and animated Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Taylor and his wife Allison decided to adopt a child from China, and the only thing they were missing was a family home. They found one that seemed perfect. The realtor sang its praises. The inspector said it was in good shape. The neighborhood was well-respected. 

The house seemed perfect … until they moved in. 

It wasn’t built right. The nails that held the drywall on also pierced the water pipes. 

Electrical issues plagued them. Gas leaked so severely, the repair professional said he was surprised the house hadn’t already blown up. 

When James hired another inspector to check out the house, it took a 187-page report to document just how bad the situation was. 

The Taylors’ dream home had morphed into an expensive nightmare. 

Then James noticed a wet-and-swollen baseboard, and he ran his hand down the wall to check for moisture. His hand went right through the wall. 

James got a flashlight and stuck his head into the hole to see what was going on. 

Black mold had set in. 

And he had just breathed it into his lungs. 

Soon black-mold poisoning ravaged his body. He became sensitive to touch and had trouble concentrating. His focus became spotty, and agitation came easily. He constantly felt as if he were coming down with a cold, and it got hard to eat, drink, or sleep. He lost weight. 

But then, on February 13, 2005, he cried out to God. 

James had lost his voice. The thing he had built his career on now made him sound as if he ought to be camping out on a lily pad with his green friends. That’s when it made any sound at all. 

He might never be able to do the thing he loved again. What if he would be sick all his life? 

He desperately sought God in prayer and pleaded for help. 

The doctor ordered James not use his voice and wanted him to take medicine to stabilize his health. Uneasy with so many drugs, James looked for natural ways to heal, changed his diet, and trained with a voice coach to strengthen his vocal cords. 

After three months, his voice started to come back. 

James and Allison heard their adoption had gone through; a little girl had been matched for them. As James read the letter and looked at her picture, learning all he could about his new daughter, something suddenly caught his eye. 

Her birthdate was February 13, 2005. The day he lost his voice was the day his daughter was born. “The day that I thought my life had changed for the worst, it had actually changed for the better,” James said, “To me, that was God’s promise of saying, ‘I got your back. You’re all right. Everything’s going to be okay.’” 

The Taylors eventually moved out of the house, and though James’s health still has its struggles, he is able to use his voice again. His career is still going strong. 

But he never forgot the lesson God taught him through his ordeal. “God always shines through and answers prayers if you ask Him,” he said in a video blog. “Pray. Pray with faith.” 

He learned that despite everything he had gone through, facing one of the darkest moments of his life, James knew to trust God for help. And God answered, bringing James one of his greatest blessings amidst the suffering … and an amazing story to share with the world. 

“In you, LORD my God, I put my trust” (Psalm 25:1 NIV). 

Are you facing something unexpected? When the unexpected happens, do all you can, but trust God for the outcome. 

“James Arnold Taylor.” IMDb. Accessed September 2, 2020. https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0852517

“James Arnold Taylor: Voice Actor.” Famous Birthdays. Accessed September 2, 2020. https://www.famousbirthdays.com/people/james-taylor-voiceactor.html

“JAT Drive #6: My Mold Story.” YouTube. Uploaded August 26, 2017. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ9eOCWHoy4

“Talking to Myself—The JATcast Episode 005.” YouTube. Uploaded November 19, 2018. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf_GOzX7xiA

Story read by Daniel Carpenter 

 March 22. Pete Noyes. Pete is a banana farmer in Hawaii. It’s not the life he had envisioned for himself back when he was a businessman in Seattle. This is his story. 

Even when you think God doesn’t see you, you can come to Him for help. 

On his banana farm in Hawaii, Pete was hacking away at ten acres of nine-foot-tall grass with a machete. Hot, tired, and discouraged, Pete hauled back and swung again. 

When the machete hit the stump of a dead banana tree, putrid liquid spurted from the stump and drenched him with something like a vile banana smoothie. A horde of insects swarmed him. 

Beyond miserable, Pete yelled at God, “Do you know who I am?” 

A voice in Pete’s mind said clearly, “Yes.” 

The sudden voice caught him off guard. Yes? 

Too tired to run from the past any more, Pete remembered back to the day God had abandoned him. 

Baby Justin had fussed. Colic made him restless. Debra patted his back as she carried him from their bedroom to the living room so that Pete could sleep. 

Pete woke to his normal routine: shower, shave, dress for work. He grabbed his keys and his coat and hurried toward the door. He walked past Justin lying peacefully on the sofa, and Pete didn’t want to wake Justin, so he didn’t stop to kiss him. 

Another Seattle day dawned. Pete drove the forty minutes to work, checked messages, shook hands with employees. He placed orders, made phone calls. All routine. Until Debra called. 

“I think Justin is dead.” That’s all she said. She hung up. 

Pete grabbed his coat and his keys. He ran to the parking lot. God, help me. 

Pete drove the same route home as always. Everything had changed, but nothing seemed different. Normal stop-and-go rush-hour traffic. God, move these people out of my way. 

Pete saw the sheriff’s sedans, the coroner’s station wagon, an ambulance, but no people. 

Pete parked and walked into chaos. 

Debra sat motionless, Justin cradled in her arms, his skin a cold bluish-gray. The coroner shook his head and mumbled something about the baby had stopped breathing. Paramedics packed equipment in bags. Why doesn’t someone help her? Can’t anyone revive him? 

Two deputies spoke to Debra. Another deputy approached Pete. 

“Mr. Noyes?” 

Pete nodded. 

“Did you notice anything unusual about your son this morning? Anything odd about your wife’s behavior?” 

The questions puzzled Pete. No, nothing out of the ordinary. Why? What happened? Wait. No. My wife is a suspect

Someone took Justin from Debra’s arms and carried him outside to the black station wagon. 

Pete’s legs wobbled. Then he ran to the door. That’s it? Stop! 

One by one, the responders climbed into their vehicles and crept down the street. No lights, no sirens, just silence. 

Pete stood motionless in the doorway. He turned and stared at Debra who stared at nothing. What can I say? What do we do now? Are we supposed to follow them? 

Pete wanted to regain some sense of control. He started to tell his wife he was sorry, but the words stuck in his throat. Debra stretched out her hand, but she couldn’t reach Pete. 

God, why didn’t you do something? Why didn’t you warn me? 

Pete’s shoulders sagged. He had done nothing wrong, but he felt he hadn’t done something right. I should have known. But how could I, God? You didn’t say anything

Pete did what he had to do. He cooked dinner. He ate—a little. He washed dishes. He tried to sleep. 

Five days after Justin died, Pete went back to work. Four years later, he and Debra had gone different directions. 

Now, the past seemed surreal. The present hadn’t changed. 

Now, under the Hawaii sun twenty-five years later, Pete was calling out to God. “Do You know who I am?” 

Pete didn’t wait for an answer. He dropped the machete and sank to his knees. “Can this please be over?” he sobbed. He lifted his arms in surrender. And he felt God lift the weight of his guilt and anger. 

Pete stood and lifted his head. He stared at a man on the horizon, with one hand extended toward him. 

Is that You, God? 

“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most” (Hebrews 4:16 NLT). 

Maybe you’ve wondered if God knows, if He cares. Even when you think God doesn’t see you, you can come to Him for help. 

This story is based on an interview with Pete Noyes on November 13, 2019. 

Story read by Nathan Walker 

March 21. Thomas Spurgeon. Thomas, whose name means twin, was indeed a twin, born to Charles Haddon and Susannah Spurgeon in 1856. His name also means leader, but young Thomas was plagued with ill health that derailed his dreams of attending Pastors’ College in England. Instead, his parents sent him to Australia. 

Eventually, after building his health and preaching in Australia, Thomas returned to England and filled the pulpit of his father’s church—the largest Baptist church in the British Empire. As pastor of that church, he also led many of its outreach ministries. In addition to these duties, he wrote books and articles. 

On this date in 1894, he was elected as pastor of his father’s church—the Metropolitan Tabernacle. This is today’s story. 

God’s work in us builds unshakable confidence. 

The bleating of thousands of sheep filled the air. The shearers were paid according to the number of sheep shorn, but when Thomas Spurgeon, son of Charles Spurgeon, England’s “prince of preachers,” stepped into the woolshed, the shearers left their work to hear Thomas preach. 

Raised in the shadow of the man whose London church was the largest in the world, Thomas wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps. 

He had been only eight when he had said he hoped to grow up to be a good man and preacher like his papa. It was still his dream at twenty, a dream interrupted by poor health. 

Who would have thought that instead of attending his father’s preaching college, he would be leading shearers in Quambatook, Australia? He was leading shearers out of a woolshed, away from wrestling their sheep, to hear the gospel. 

When Thomas’s family shipped him “down under” for a better climate, he thought he would support himself working as an engraver, but the Aussies wanted him to preach. 

Newspapers both lauded and criticized his speaking ability, comparing him to his famous father. Thomas wrote home, “Confidence in God is the great thing, but I think a certain amount of self-confidence is also necessary.” He felt “very incompetent,” but over time he was convinced that “the Potter will shape the vessel for the particular service in which He chooses to employ it.” 

It’s true: When God finishes His good work in us, we gain unshakable confidence. 

I pray with great faith for you, because I’m fully convinced that the One who began this glorious work in you will faithfully continue the process of maturing you and will put his finishing touches to it until the unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ!” (Philippians 1:6 TPT). 

After preaching to the shearers, Thomas traveled the outback and preached in small churches as well as under gum trees beneath a clear Australian sky. As he prepared to preach in a church in Lyndoch, the farmer-pastor opened the back door of the building and called for his horses. 

Soon four equestrian faces peered through the space, looking longingly toward the baptistery. Buckets of water were drawn and offered, and Thomas hoped there would be enough rain to keep the baptistery ready for its intended purpose. The whole episode made him smile. 

During his adventures, Thomas wrote home, “I wanted bringing out and wondered what would do it. Who would have thought twelve months ago that fifteen thousand miles of ocean had to be traversed first? What a grand thing it is to have a God and a guide—a Father to direct.” 

As Thomas grew in confidence that God’s own hand led and shaped him, Thomas’s self-confidence increased. The Adviser in Moonta summed up the results, “He has found himself welcomed for his father’s sake and liked for his own.” 

Thomas worked as an evangelist throughout Australia and New Zealand and eventually accepted a pastorate in Auckland, New Zealand, where the church grew to be the largest congregation in the South Pacific. 

The day did come when he was asked to pastor his father’s famous church in England. Having developed a solid understanding of God and himself during his time on foreign soil, he had the confidence to lead at home with wisdom and humility. 

In areas you may have felt you’ve lived in the shadow of someone else, how has confidence changed you? God’s work in us builds unshakable confidence. 

Kutilek, Doug. “Thomas Spurgeon: His Father’s Worthy Successor.” September 3, 2018. Baptist Bible Tribunehttp://www.tribune.org/thomas-spurgeon-his-fathers-worthy-successor

Fullerton, WY. Thomas Spurgeon: A Biography. London, New York, Toronto: Hodder and Stoughton, 1919. 

Skinner, Craig. “Tom Tom the Pipers Son, The Forgotten Story of Thomas: Preacher Son Of the Famous Charles Haddon Spurgeon.” Accessed October 16, 2020. Preaching. https://www.preaching.com/articles/past-masters/tom-tom-the-pipers-sonbrthe-forgotten-story-of-thomas-preacher-son-of-the-famous-charles-haddon-spurgeon/

Ray, Thomas. “Thomas Spurgeon: The Forgotten Spurgeon.” March 24, 2011. Bible Baptist Tribunehttp://www.tribune.org/thomas-spurgeon/

Story read by Chuck Stecker 

 March 20. John Foxe. Foxe was an English protestant author best known for his book on martyrs. Before he began his massive work with possibly the longest title of any work ever published in the English language, he taught logic at Oxford, served as a private tutor, and wrote Latin plays with biblical themes. 

On this date in 1563, the John Day press in England published the English version of Foxe’s martyrology. We know this book by its shorter, popular title: Foxe’s Book of Martyrs

Foxe based that book on documents of trials for heresy and on statements from friends of those who were condemned and executed as heretics. Foxe wrote about his disagreement with the Catholic Church. He said, “… a person should be able to see that the religion of Christ, meant to be spirit and truth, had been turned into nothing but outward observances, ceremonies, and idolatry.… We had too many churches, too many relics (true and fake), too many untruthful miracles. Instead of worshipping the only living Lord, we worshipped dead bones.…” 

Sometimes a little listening can do more than any amount of talk. 

Silence blanketed the room as friends and relatives gathered around the small woman huddled on the bed. Her red-rimmed eyes, finally drained of tears, stared straight ahead. 

Physicians had come and gone and claimed her melancholy would soon take her to the grave, and the local church offered prayers but felt equally pessimistic about her chance of recovery. In truth, those present were simply waiting for her to die. 

If they noticed the man’s arrival, no one acknowledged it. He knelt beside the bed, prayed aloud for the woman to feel God’s comfort and then did what no one else had done: he simply sat beside the woman and waited patiently for her to speak. 

Foxe knew only that the older woman had fallen into a deep depression and that her family had given up hope for her survival. 

For many days, he returned to sit at her bedside, alternately praying out loud for her to feel God’s comfort and waiting quietly for her to speak. 

Finally, she did speak. Mrs. Honiwood shared with Foxe her many experiences over the years, visiting prisoners to bring them comfort, and her great despair as they were beheaded or burned at the stake under Queen Mary’s rule. 

She was particularly haunted by the death of one prisoner—John Bradford—whom she had prayed with and believed to be a good man. On the day of his execution, she had followed John to Smithfield, prayed for him, and offered support, even as the guards tied him to the stake and lit the fire. She remembered with horror how many people stood in the open air that day, waiting to watch a man burn to death. A man who had never hurt anyone. 

Foxe spent many days by Mrs. Honiwood’s side, listening to her thoughts and worries, always reassuring her that her prayers and work with the prisoners had been meaningful, and that she belonged to God. 

Little by little, she emerged from her depression until she was whole again. Cheerful and engaged with her life, she lived another 30 years, deeply involved with her church and community. She and Foxe remained close friends until she died. 

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ” (Galatians 6:2 NIV). 

Are there some people in your life who could use a good listener? Sometimes a little listening can do more than any amount of talk. 

“John Foxe.” English Bible History. Accessed October 15, 2020. Greatsite.com. https://www.greatsite.com/timeline-english-bible-history/john-foxe.html

Foxe, John et al. Writings of John Foxe, Bale, and Coverdale. London: The Religious Tract Society, 1831, p. 23. 

Simpkin, John. “John Foxe.” British History: The Tudors. Updated January 2020. Spartacus Educational. https://spartacus-educational.com/John_Foxe.htm

Freeman, Tom. “John Foxe: A Biography” Accessed October 15, 2020. The Acts and Monuments Online. http://www.johnfoxe.org/‌index_realm_more_type_essay.html.  

Huckle, John, and John Wilson. “John Fox.” Accessed October 15, 2020. Bible Study Tools. https://www.biblestudytools.com/history/brook-lives-puritans-volume-1/john-fox.html

Story read by Chuck Stecker 

Note: Foxe’s Book of Martyrs was originally titled: The Actes and Monuments of these latter and perilous Dayes, touching matters of the Church, wherein are comprehended and described the great Persecution and horrible Troubles that have been wrought and practised by the Romishe Prelates, Epeciallye in this Realme of England and Scotland, from the yeare of our Lorde a thousande to the time now present. Gathered and collected according to tile true Copies and Wrytinges certificatorie as well of the Parties themselves that Suffered, as also out of die Bishop’s Registers, which were the Doers thereof, by John Foxe, commonly known as the Book of Martyrs

That’s quite a title! 

 March 19. Jay Bradley Thompson. Thompson was a musician and a composer, whose determination allowed him to write music and lyrics even as ALS was robbing him of his muscle control. Read his story here. 

You’re on a mission from God; make every moment count. 

With life-support machines doing their jobs, Thompson sat motionless in a wheelchair, and about twenty-five children mulled about the church sanctuary. His four daughters were there. The children were about to rehearse the second and final children’s musical Thompson had composed. It was a compilation of Old Testament stories. 

From the foot of the steps leading to the stage, the producer shouted, “Places, everyone! Does everyone have their lines?” 

Thompson chuckled. The older kids struggled to herd the little ones to their respective places. This was Thompson’s dream come true, though he had never imagined it would play out this way. 

But the hard part was over. The music had been composed, the lyrics had been written, the lines had been assigned. His only job now was to sit back—in his Superman pajama pants that matched his playful spirit—and watch his vision come to life. 

There had been a time when Thompson could sit down at a piano and play anything. But now he was at the end of his battle with ALS, a degenerative disease that eventually leaves people unable to speak, eat, move, or breathe. When he composed his first children’s musical two years before, he still had the use of the right side of his body, and he could still speak. 

“I want to show ALS patients that you can keep doing things,” he had said. “You don’t have to sit around your house and wait to die.” 

But for this second production, the process had been much harder, and he had needed more help. And no one was sure he would live long enough to finish it. 

With the glow of his computer screen on his face, Thompson lay in bed. With dogged determination, he scanned the onscreen keyboard in front of him. With the help of special software and a computer-mounted camera, his eyes selected the letter he wanted. His lips moved to grasp a special joystick to shift the cursor in his composition program. Using a clicker tucked into his hand by his wife TJ, Thompson selected a note and placed it on the staff. 

Sometimes a single sentence took ten minutes to write, but with the mission God had put on Thompson’s heart and his insistence upon making every moment count, each exhausting stare and click eventually produced thirty-three pages of material telling God’s story, from the viewpoint of an innocent child. 

On a sweltering early-August evening in 2009, Thompson sat in the audience—front row. A miniature version of Adam and Eve took the stage. From out of sight, the disembodied voice of God boomed: 

“What do you think of life, Adam?” God asked. 

“Well, it’s quite hard work and a little boring,” Adam answered. “And, well, a little lonely, too.” 

“Don’t worry,” God replied. “I’ve been working on a solution to all these problems. I’m going to create a woman. She’ll wash and cook for you whenever you want. In fact, she’ll do everything you can imagine.” 

“That sounds great, but how much will this woman cost me?” Adam inquired. 

God, with a price already in mind, replied, “I was thinking an arm and a leg.” 

Frowning, Adam rolls the dice. 

“That sounds a bit steep,” he says. “What can I get for a rib?” 

Laughter and applause filled the room. Thompson was delighted, knowing the Lord had used him to glorify God in these last days. 

A little more than a month later, Thompson finally heard the true God say to him, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” 

“I will praise the LORD as long as I live; I will sing praises to my God while I have my being” (Psalm 146:2 ESV). 

Take a mental inventory of your day-to-day life. Have you been making good use of your time? You’re on a mission from God; make every moment count. 

Based on an interview with Jay Bradley Thompson, 2019. 

Story read by Nathan Walker 

March 18. Nikolai Khamara. Nikolai described himself as a man without a conscience who did not care who he hurt. He lived in the Soviet Union during a time when religion was closely monitored by the government. 

On this date in 1966, the government of the Soviet Union ordered fines and imprisonment for people who held non-sanctioned religious meetings. Nikolai met some of those people while he was in prison serving a ten-year sentence for robbery. That encounter changed his life. Here’s his story. 

A man can be radically changed by people with the courage to be radical. 

Nikolai was a stinking thief. And being any kind of thief in Russia in the 70s gets you thrown in prison for ten years. 

Month after month, Nikolai watched other prisoners—people who were in prison for refusing to deny their faith in Jesus. They were forced to live in virtual squalor and many dying because of poor food, forced labor, and torture at the hands of the gulag’s guards and the KGB. 

But in the darkest hours, the Christians sang and prayed. Nikolai was bewildered. What kind of men were these Christians, who showed such joy under these horrible conditions? Their faces shone as they spoke to someone he couldn’t see. 

One day, two Christians sat down with him, and he shared his life’s story. He told them he was a lost man. 

They asked him, “Suppose somebody lost a gold ring. What is the value of that ring when it’s lost?” 

“Well, a gold ring is a gold ring. You lost it, somebody else has it,” Nikolai answered. 

“Well then, what is the value of a lost man?” Not waiting for an answer, the Christian continued, “A lost man, even one who is a thief or an adulterer or a murderer, has the whole value of a man because the Son of God died on the cross to save him. God loves you, Nikolai. You are valuable to him, and your sins are forgiven. You only have to believe.” 

Nikolai understood, and he did believe, and when his sentence was done, he left prison a changed man. He became a faithful member of the underground church, which was under constant threat from the KGB. 

One day, his pastor was arrested, imprisoned, beaten, and tortured. The KGB demanded the pastor turn over the names of the church’s members. The KGB wanted to stop the Christians from printing and distributing Christian material. 

But the pastor refused to speak, so they arrested Nikolai. If the pastor remained silent, the KGB would torture Nikolai in front of the pastor. The pastor could not bear the thought and cried out, “Nikolai, what should I do?” 

“Be faithful to Jesus, and do not betray Him. I am happy to suffer for the name of Christ,” Nikolai assured his pastor. 

The guard then threatened to gouge out Nikolai’s eyes, and his pastor’s heart broke. “How can I look at this? You will be blind.” 

Nikolai stood strong and with a loving voice said, “When my eyes are taken away from me, I will see more beauty than I see with these eyes. I will see the Savior. You remain faithful to the end.” 

Having blinded Nikolai, the guard once again threatened the pastor. “If you do not betray your church, we will cut Khamara’s tongue out.” Nikolai’s immediate response rang through the prison. “Praise the Lord Jesus Christ, I have said the highest words that can be said. Now, if you wish, you can cut out my tongue.” 

Nikolai died a martyr’s death, faithful to his brother and to his last spoken words. 

“By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers” (1 John 3:16 ESV). 

What is God asking you to do for the persecuted church? A man can be radically changed by people with the courage to be radical.  

Enesi, Ajanah E. “Nikolai Khamara: Soviet Union, 1970s.” Breathe Series. February 15, 2014. The sequoia brooks. http://breathingmind.blogspot.com/‌2014/‌02/‌nikolai-khamara-soviet-union-1970s_15.html.  

DC Talks, Voice of the Martyrs. Jesus Freaks: Martyrs. Ada, MI: Bethany House Publishers, 1999. 

Jackson, Dave and Neta. The Complete Book of Christian Heroes. Carol Stream, IL: Tyndale House Publishers, 2005. 

Story read by Blake Mattocks 

Story written by Thomas Mitchell, http://www.walkwithgod.org/ 

March 17. Saint Patrick. When we think of Saint Patrick, we usually think of parades, shamrocks, green drinks, and corned beef and cabbage. Everyone is “Irish” on Saint Patrick’s Day. 

But Patrick wasn’t Irish. And he wasn’t Patrick. He was born Patricius, somewhere in Romanized Britain, to a wealthy family. And in his early years, he wasn’t particularly saintly either. His family was Christian, but he was indifferent to Christianity. 

But Patrick was humble, tenacious, and brave. When he was sixteen, Irish raiders kidnapped him from the family villa and sold him into slavery in Ireland. There he spent six bleak years as a herdsman. This is the point today’s story fits. 

Later, Patrick was ordained a bishop and evangelized Ireland in spite of opposition from local pagan druids and from Christians in Britain. His success in Christianizing Ireland was so great that the formerly pagan island sent missionaries to the continent and contributed to the spread of Christianity across Europe. 

Patrick also expanded literacy throughout Ireland, and he influenced laws in favor of women, the poor, and slaves. On this date in the late fifth century, Patrick died. Here is part of his story. 

A praying man opens the door to supernatural activity. 

When Saint Patrick was sixteen-years-old, pirates kidnapped him, sold him to a tribal chief, and isolated him on a mountain in Ireland. 

Without enough clothing to keep him warm, he was forced to herd sheep, and the sheep pastures were bitterly isolated. Though Patrick’s parents were Catholic, he said he didn’t really believe in God. But enslaved and alone, Patrick started talking to God. He said there was nobody else to talk to. 

Soon he had developed a habit of praying throughout the day and (sometimes) the night. 

For six years, Patrick worked alone for the chieftain, but one night, as Patrick was sleeping, God spoke to him in a dream. He said that Patrick had been serving Him well and would soon return to Britain. Patrick then heard a voice say that his ship was ready. 

It was grand to hear a promise from God, but the port was two-hundred miles away. He talked to God about it, and God gave Patrick strength and wisdom. He snuck out and made the long trek to the port. 

When Patrick arrived, he found a ship, but the captain refused to let him aboard. Patrick responded with the one thing that God had always worked through: prayer. 

Before he finished praying, a group of men arrived to talk with him. It was the crew of the captain who had originally sent Patrick away. They had changed their minds and allowed Patrick to come aboard and sail with them to Britain. 

They sailed and—after three days—found land. But as Patrick and the crew made their way to the shoreline, they realized that only wilderness lay before them, with no civilization in sight. Hoping to find a village or town, they searched the landscape, but they found only empty wilderness. 

Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks. Nearly a month passed, and they still wandered, unable to find civilization. 

Hunger ravaged the men, and many were close to death. The crew grumbled. How were they to survive? 

The captain demanded of Patrick, “What, Christian, you who say your God is great, good, and almighty, why not pray for us who perish here of hunger, where the face of men is hardly seen?” 

God had given Patrick strength in his time of need. Could God do the same for them? The crew put God and Patrick’s prayers to the test. 

Patrick told the crew to turn from their sinful ways and come to God for His provision. “Nought is impossible,” he said, “that He, this day, send you whereof ye yet may eat your fill; for all things everywhere abound with Him.” 

Patrick prayed, and the crew waited. 

Suddenly, something rumbled in the distance. The men looked in that direction, and a great herd of pigs thundered down the road. The men cheered and yelled and ran to catch the pigs. 

They took so many pigs for food that even the crew’s dogs were able to eat. For two days, they replenished their energy and got strong enough to finish the journey to find civilization. 

“Therefore I want the men everywhere to pray, lifting up holy hands without anger or disputing” (1 Timothy 2:8 NIV). 

The men praised God, thanked Him, and turned from their unbelief. After another month, Patrick finally got back home. God’s provision went with him every step of the way. 

How might prayer give you the strength to do something you need to do? A praying man opens the door to supernatural activity. 

Mark, Joshua J. “Saint Patrick.” September 6, 2015. Ancient History Encyclopedia. https://www.ancient.eu/Saint_Patrick/

O’Raifeartaigh, Tarlach. “St. Patrick: Bishop and Patron Saint of Ireland.” August 19, 2019. Encyclopedia Britannica. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Saint-Patrick

 “A History of St Patrick.” Accessed October 15, 2020. Irish Genealogy Toolkit. https://www.irish-genealogy-toolkit.com/history-of-st-patrick.html

Story read by Peter R Warren, https://www.peterwarrenministries.com/ 

March 16. Kirk Samuels. Today’s story could have ended very differently. On this date in 2014, Kirk was just seconds away from ending his life. 

Today, he is a gifted speaker and a radio personality who focuses on the leadership potential that every man has. He serves on the board of Step Seven (a faith-based ministry that helps men overcome addictions and learn to be leaders) and on the advisory council of BeMen (an organization whose mission is to empower men to love God and to be leaders at home, in the church, and in the community). Kirk is the founder of the Heart Freedom Foundation, whose goal is to foster healthy relationships with others and with self. 

In 2017, he published his first book, For Your Eyes Only: the Inside Scoop about Men, Porn, and Marriage

What happened to change Kirk from a potential suicidal victim to a celebrated leader and helper of other men? Listen to his story. 

Your greatest struggle can take you out. Or it can become your platform 

Kirk pulled his SUV into the hospital’s corner parking space. The street lamp provided light. He used the tree nearby for a place to relieve himself. After his wife kicked him out, Kirk had stayed with his pastor. But too ashamed to stay indefinitely, he pretended he had other arrangements. He did: a parking lot, a sleeping bag, and the backseat. 

A greeter at church, Kirk could paste on the smiles. But tonight he was all out of smiles. He turned off the vehicle, climbed into the backseat, and pulled out the gun. 

Failure. No goodWorthless. At nine-years-old, he had huddled in his closet to escape his father’s abuse. Now he huddled in the backseat of his car. But he couldn’t escape himself. The addiction that medicated his pain had stolen his dreams, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Utter darkness consumed him. 

Kirk was twelve when the neighborhood boys showed him that first pornographic video. The rush numbed his pain, and soon it chained him to the beast. Kirk’s life became focused on the next porn fix. 

In the old days he sneaked “adult” materials, but now everything was available with a tap of his phone. Powerless, he had repeatedly begged God for help. But his need trumped the desire to change. Everyone said he had to just stop. Why couldn’t he? 

Kirk raised the gun. His finger twitched on the trigger. All he had done was make people cry. His family would be better off with the insurance money. “How could you let me get here?” he screamed at God. “How could you let me do what I’m about to do?” 

Suicide would be his last act of rebellion. A sob broke out. His hands trembled, and he lowered the gun but held it in a death-grip. He screamed and sobbed all night. “All right, God,” Kirk finally prayed, “Either you hate me, and you never want me to get free of this, or tomorrow you show me how to get free.” 

The next morning, Kirk searched for answers. What did the brain people, the body people, and the spirit people have to say? It was soon clear why he hadn’t been able to stop. Viewing pornography wasn’t a habit. It was chemical dependency and spiritual slavery. 

Stress released high levels of cortisol. The porn the neighbor boys had introduced had released dopamine, oxytocin, endorphins, and testosterone—which, for a while, eased his pain. The addiction cycle began—a lifetime of medicating pain with porn. Could he reverse engineer the damage? Could he get the chemicals in a way that was natural? 

Kirk made a plan he called the three Ws: Work, Worship, and Word. Physical exercise released endorphins, dopamine, and testosterone. Worship provided an endorphin release. Mental exercise—healing—came through reading Scripture and other books. 

He had settled for getting oxytocin—the love hormone—through the artificial stimulation from a two-dimensional experience of porn. Now he sought it through cultivating genuine, vulnerable, three-dimensional relationships. 

To track wins and losses, Kirk designed a score card. When it increased his success, Kirk wondered if others could benefit. He discovered that every porn consumer and every spouse of a porn consumer felt what he had felt: isolation, guilt, and shame. Kirk packaged his approach and taught it to others. 

As Kirk helped others, he found his purpose in working alongside the Holy Spirit. 

“He brought them out of darkness, the utter darkness, and broke away their chains” (Psalm 107:14 NIV). 

What purpose can come of your greatest adversity? Your greatest struggle can take you out. Or it can become your platform. 

BeMen. Accessed October 15, 2020. BeMen. https://www.facebook.com/pg/WhereEveryManHasAVoice/about/?ref=page_internal

Samuels, Kirk M. “Kirk M. Samuels.” Accessed October 15, 2020. Free Indeed. http://www.freeindeed36. com/

Step Seven. Accessed October 15, 2020. Step Seven. https://www.stepseven.org/

Based on an interview with Kirk Samuels and Samuels, Kirk. For Your Eyes Only: The Inside Scoop about Men, Porn, and Marriage. Parker, Colorado: LCCN, 2017. 

Story read by Chuck Stecker 

March 15. Phil Saint. Some artists use paint. Some use pen and ink. Others use clay or marble or glass. Phil used chalk. And God used Phil. 

Phil learned the fundamentals of art from his father, a stained-glass artist who designed the stained-glass windows in the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. And he learned draftsmanship from a famous cartoonist. 

At Wheaton College, Phil put his talents to use as a chalk-talk evangelist. Later he moved to Latin America to answer the call for a missionary guest artist. On this date in 1957, he settled in Argentina, where he established a studio and opened a conference center. 

In addition to his chalk-talk evangelistic ministry, Phil has published eight books, including his memoir, Saints Alive! His final piece of art was a painting of five missionaries who were killed by armed members of the Waodani tribe on a beach in Ecuador. Phil’s brother Nate was one of those missionaries. Here is Phil’s story. 

Got talent? You can use it to make yourself rich for a while or to make others rich for eternity. 

Some heroes fly the jet; some carry the luggage. For Phil, as long as it was God who guided his life, Phil was happy. As an artist, evangelist, missionary, and the guy who literally carried the luggage, God used Phil in a variety of ways—which made him every man’s hero. And he wasn’t about to slow down. He made it clear he didn’t want to retire; he only wanted to “re-fire.” 

It was Phil’s dad, a successful stained-glass artist, who had steered him onto an artistic path. But Phil was partially color blind. 

Even so, his dad believed Phil could do well working in black and white, so he arranged for Phil to meet his old friend, Herbert Johnson, a famed cartoonist for The Saturday Evening Post

When Phil graduated from business school, he learned the craft of cartooning from the master himself. But he had already been using chalk-art to help other people know about Jesus. This was the real career calling him—and he couldn’t ignore its voice. 

So while he worked for Herbert Johnson, Phil delivered “chalk-talks” for various church audiences. The concept was simple—he used colored chalk to illustrate a story on paper attached to a lighted easel. With this prop for the audience to focus on, he would teach a story or object lesson from the Bible. 

One scene Phil loved to create was based on a cartoon by E. J. Pace. As Phil sketched in dark tones, a large chasm began to appear with clouds looming on one side and a glorious view of heaven on the other. Then he laid a white cross across the chasm, bridging the gap between God and man. The audience heard and saw how they could—by way of the cross—get to God. 

After several months of working for Herbert Johnson, Phil decided to switch career paths and become a full-time chalk artist for Christ. And he told his father. 

Dad couldn’t hide his initial consternation. “Son, what are you going to be—a preacher or an artist?” 

“I’m going to be both,” Phil said. 

It appeared his dad didn’t think a man could do both and be a success. After all, creating a fine work of art was not just slapping an illustration on a sheet of paper in fifteen minutes while you tried to preach. 

But Phil wasn’t interested in creating masterpieces. He preferred to “draw” people to Christ with his art rather than to win fame for himself. In spite of his color-blindness, he could carefully arrange the colors on his tray (with help) and still preach a great message. 

But his boss Herbert Johnson roared, “You’ll be wasting your time! You’re crazy to want to run around drawing pictures for farmers in country churches.” 

Shaken but undeterred, Phil went ahead with his plan to become a chalk-talk artist. His desire to follow God’s calling eventually led him to Argentina with his family in 1957. Through Phil’s creative chalk talks, thousands have come to know Jesus Christ. 

“The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, and he who is wise wins souls” (Proverbs 11:30 NASB). 

What has God called you to do? Got talent? You can use it to make yourself rich for a while or to make others rich for eternity. 

“I Have to Get the Luggage!” December 9, 2012. Watcher Times. https://watchertimes.wordpress.com/tag/phil-saint/

“Phil Saint.” Authors. Accessed October 14, 2020. P&R Publishing. https://www.prpbooks.com/authors/phil-saint

“Phil Saint Comic Art.” Digital Commons at Biola. Accessed October 14, 2020. Biola University. https://digitalcommons.biola.edu/phil-saint-comics/

Saint, Phil. Saints Alive! Published by Ediciones SA-BER, Apartado 1602, Guatemala, 1985. 

Stevens, Alec. “Christian Comics Pioneers: The Rev. Phil Saint (USA/Argentina).” Christian Comics International. Accessed October 14, 2020. Comix35. http://www.christiancomicsinternational.org/saint_pioneer.html

Saint, Phil. Testimony: Losing Your Life for Christ. Audio Sermons. September 18, 1988. Brick Lane Community Church. http://www.brick52.org/audio-sermons/3171

Story read by Daniel Carpenter 

Story written by Toni M Babcock, https://www.facebook.com/toni.babcock.1