Walking past the vending machine at work recently, I noticed it was stocked with jalapeno Krunchers potato chips. I hadn’t seen that brand in years. In that moment, I was transported back to my childhood. My dad would sometimes bring those chips home from the store. I remember not liking them all that much as a kid—the kettle-cooked chips were incredibly hard and spicy.
I was standing in front of the vending machine…but in my head, I was spending time with Dad. I bought the chips and took them back to my desk.
Since then, I have gone back to the machine several times just to buy those chips. Today, as an adult, I think they’re delicious and I enjoy the extra crunch. But mostly, I buy them because I know Dad likes them. Even though I am in Pennsylvania and he’s in South Carolina, it’s a moment of connection for me.
This may seem like a silly story—maybe to you, it’s just a bag of chips.
For me, it’s more. I have incredible memories of growing up and spending time with my father. Our family shared so many wonderful adventures and still tell stories about those times.
But it also led me to one other thought: I am thankful that my dad is the kind of man who enabled me to have this type of reminiscing. He is the type of guy who always shows up, when and where he’s promised to be. He is steady and completely reliable. We never had to worry about his behavior or wonder if he would come home after work.
My father taught me commitment. He taught me that the vows we make mean something. He taught me there is no such thing as empty words and we must live up to the words we speak. He prepared me to love my wife and my daughter. And he taught me to strive to be someone who is a blessing to my family, not a liability.
Thankfulness washed over me as I opened my bag of Krunchers and took a bite.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
The purpose of the Memorial Day holiday is often forgotten in the excited planning of a three-day weekend. For some, it is a day off, an excuse to fire up the grill…and not much else. Some people take the time to remember and thank everyone who has served our country. This is great and necessary, but it misses the main point of the holiday.
The focus of Memorial Day is to remember and honor those who dedicated their lives to protecting our country…and did not make it home. This is the day we remember those who willingly stepped into battle, carrying all of us on their backs. They laid down their lives for many people they would never know because they believed that our freedom was worth protecting.
If all U.S. wars are taken into account, over 1.1 million people have given their lives for us. The path to freedom is paved with the bricks of bravery, sacrifice, and love. While those willing to charge into battle were motivated by selflessness and did not demand recognition, it is important for us to remember them.
We must remember also the people they left behind whose lives were forever changed. While today is a day off for many of us, for others, it is a sad reminder of a child, parent, or spouse who isn’t coming home, a loved one who will never again feel our embrace, or a friend who will never share another laugh with us.
On Memorial Day, please say a prayer for the families and friends who have been impacted by the service of loved ones—and a prayer of thankfulness for those who were willing to serve.
It takes a special person to give their all in service to our country. Let us live in a way that honors their sacrifice. May we be a people who remember.
In the garden of life, there are many who cultivate—who nurture, guide, strengthen, challenge, and bless others. God uses their influence to grow impressionable children into the men and women He desires them to be.
While there have been many such people in my life, there is one who bears mentioning above all others.
It’s so easy for us to miss the self-sacrifice of mothers. Becoming a parent and watching my daughter grow has given me a deeper perspective. I see my wife work tirelessly to shower her with kindness and love. Many times, raising children can feel like a thankless job. It’s in those moments, I think, that we can fully appreciate our own parents.
When she was just sixteen, my mother lost her own mom to cancer. It’s hard for me to imagine navigating my later teen years without my mom by my side. She has been a guide, a steady hand to hold. When entering the confusing waters of college and my twenties, she was there to show me a path and teach me how to avoid getting swept downstream.
During the inevitable times that I didn’t listen and fell into the rapids, she would dive into the raging waters, hold on to me, and bring me to shore.
Her love was an intense fire that instilled within me value and joy. It still guides my perspective all these years later. Mom was a gardener who would not give up on what she planted, a woman committed to God and building His kingdom through her son.
I love my mother, my wife, and all of the other women who have had their hand on my life. I can never thank them enough for their influence on me.
While I was blessed to have a godly mother, I pray for those whose mothers did not provide the love and nurture that God intended. I know that on this Mother’s Day, while many will have fond memories of their mothers, some may silently weep for the relationship they never had, or a relationship that has deteriorated.
If that is your situation, take courage. Whether you are a mother or not, you may step out in faith and be a mother to others. Walk into their garden and begin to cultivate it. Shower them with the love, patience, understanding, empathy, support, and respect that will nurture them. Raise them up for the kingdom of God and He will bless you abundantly—if not in this life, then in the next.
I was a child, sitting in the backseat as we drove home from a destination I no longer remember. It was cold and snowing, the kind of heavy, blowing snowstorm that stings your face and numbs your fingers. It was a typical winter’s night in Appleton, Wisconsin.
As we turned right onto Schaefer Street, the heat poured from the car’s vents, leaving us without a care about the temperature outside.
Like the stars in warp-speed moments in science fiction films, the snow flew toward our car as we ventured onward. Through the snow, I saw two figures walking down the road—a mother and a child, groceries in hand, trudging through the snow on that blistery night.
I felt the car brake and the wheels begin to turn as my father changed the direction of our trip. I don’t remember if he spoke any words to us—I’m sure he did—but a simple truth was conveyed to my young mind. He could not allow a mother and child to struggle in the bitter cold when he could do something to help them.
I remember we pulled up next to them and they got in. I don’t remember what was said. I was so young. I remember we dropped them off at their home. I still remember.
The brief, fleeting memories of that night are buried in my brain and return every so often to remind me what kind of man I want to be.
To all of the men who have fathered, mentored, and loved the generations behind them by following in the footsteps of Jesus, thank you for being men worth emulating. Happy Father’s Day.
-Brian for Faith In Store
Today is International Women’s Day. Lately, it seems like every day is a national day for something or other—cheeseburgers, friendship, clowns—but this day warrants much attention. This is not a day to shrug off as frivolous.
When I think back over my life, I see how I was molded and shaped by women. Mothers, sisters, relatives, and friends, created in the image of God, make an unfathomable impact on our lives.
I cannot imagine my life without the women who have shared it with me. I cannot imagine a world without their contributions.
As we look to Jesus and the Gospels, we see an empowering, affirming view of the value of women. For His time and place, the fact that Jesus kept company with women was revolutionary. He had friends who were women. Women helped to finance and spread His message throughout the world, and they helped to build the church by their service and hard work. For Jesus, there was never a question about the value of women in His kingdom.
Today and every day, thank God for the women in your life—the ones who have raised, molded, taught, and shaped you for all of your years on earth. Call them, text them, and show them how much they mean to you.
In this, may we follow in the footsteps of Jesus, our Savior, who welcomed women as His disciples and friends.
-Brian for Faith In Store
As we have been meeting various African-Americans who made or are making a difference in the world, there seems to be a common thread in each story. Many were heading one direction—until God interrupted. God changed the course of their lives, and we are better for it.
John Perkins’ parents worked as sharecroppers, a common job for black people in Mississippi in the 1930s. His life began tumultuously—his mother died when he was seven months old, and his father left shortly afterward, leaving John and his siblings to be raised by their grandmother. As time went on, John attended church mostly because that was the only place where black people could get together to socialize.
After John’s brother, Clyde, was shot and killed by a white deputy outside a movie theater, John moved to California at age seventeen. The Golden State did not have the same open racism so prevalent in Mississippi and it provided opportunities for John to succeed. Life was going well for him. John was able to marry his sweetheart, Vera Mae Buckley, who was also from Mississippi.
John seemed to have a course for his life, working as a janitor and then as a welder after serving in the Army. Then God interrupted him. His young son, Spencer, wanted his daddy to come to church with him. While in church, John came to faith in Christ. And as he began to read his Bible, he felt called to begin preaching the gospel.
Once again, God interrupted. John felt God was telling him that he needed to return to Mississippi, the same place he fled from. John and Vera Mae held Bible classes, Sunday school classes, Youth for Christ meetings for young people, and evangelistic tent meetings for the whole community. They advocated for social justice and helped to start churches, a child care center, economic cooperatives, credit unions, and leadership training programs.
One day, John learned that one of the white volunteers he worked with had been beaten badly by the police for participating in a peaceful protest. When John and other men arrived at the jail to post bond, they were beaten as well. As much as John wanted to, he could not hate the officers who had done this. He didn’t want hatred to make him into the kind of person these officers were.
John Perkins did not become a man of hate, but rather a man of reconciliation. He worked in California to create the Christian Community Development Association with the stated goal of bringing races together for the sake of the Gospel.
Let us thank God for John Perkins, who allowed for God’s interruptions in his life. May we be the kind of people who return love for hate and press on to share the Good News.
-Brian for Faith In Store
The name Roxane Battle may not be familiar to you. As I’ve been writing these posts, my desire is to discuss people you know and also introduce you to new friends. Every person has a story, and God can use them to provide insight and help us grow.
Roxane Battle had much success professionally as a news reporter and TV anchor. She was sent on many assignments and interacted with notable people such as Jay Leno, Mariah Carey, and the musician Prince.
So often in life, we want to “matter,” to have a high-profile career or recognition. Our dreams do not typically have us sitting on the sidelines, but front and center. We want to make a difference.
If this definition is how we see our lives and how we wish we could write our stories, Roxane was living the American dream. Idealized dreams—where we are the sole author and only wonderful things happen to us—are rarely real. After obtaining her dream job in Minneapolis, pieces of Roxane’s life began to crumble. Her marriage fell apart, leaving her a single mom to her eleven-month-old son, Jarod. For her, it was an accomplishment simply to keep it together on camera every day.
Even with a dream career and a television presence that looked polished and wonderful, life became difficult for Roxane. She was struggling financially and a strong sense of loneliness overwhelmed her. Things became so difficult that it was hard to keep food on the table. This was not the story she had written in her mind. This was not where she wanted to be.
Today, circumstances have improved for Roxane. She knows how easy it would have been for her to become bitter about the obstacles in her path. Her life mantra today and through everything has been, “No matter your situation, you have a choice. I chose joy.”
After coming through difficult circumstances, Roxane’s goal is to share that journey with others. By sharing our stories, people with similar struggles realize that they are not alone. Roxane shares her story in her book, Pockets of Joy.
May Roxane inspire us to share the stories of our lives—not to simply gloss over the difficult chapters, but to allow people to see our brokenness so they, too, can be healed.
To read Roxane's story, find her book by clicking here
Sam and Patsy McLeod had seventeen children but their fifteenth, Mary Jane, had one important distinction: she was the first one born free. Although Mary Jane McLeod Bethune was born after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation of 1863, segregation and other obstacles kept “free” from meaning equal.
While God creates every person in His image, many times, mankind has rejected that ideal. In order to look at ourselves as better, stronger, and worthy, we trample what God has created and try to reframe the value that has already been given.
Mary determined that the difference between white people and black people was education. She noticed that white people could read, giving them many advantages in life.
A school for black children opened in her hometown, Mayesville, South Carolina, and Mary became a promising student. In fact, a few years into her schooling, her teacher nominated her for a scholarship to Scotia Seminary (now Barber-Scotia College) in North Carolina. Once enrolled, Mary was able to study literature, Greek, Latin, the Bible, and American democracy. She excelled.
As she grew in knowledge, she began to have a strong desire to teach and hoped to become a missionary in Africa. In order to pursue this dream, Mary attended the school that is now known as Moody Bible Institute in Chicago.
With her dream in her mind, Mary continued to work hard toward her goal. However, at the end of her schooling and after applying with the Presbyterian Mission Board, she received news that there were no openings for black missionaries in Africa. Mary felt heartbroken, but her will was undeterred. She decided that if she could not go to Africa, then God must want her to teach people in the south.
She married Albertus Bethune in 1898, and they had a son, Albert. They moved to Florida and Mary started a school in 1909 with five girls and her son as students. Her school kept growing and in 1931, it merged with Cookman Institute, forming the Bethune-Cookman College, a coeducational junior college. Mary was its first president.
During her years of teaching, her dream was to teach the children’s heads, hands, and hearts. She believed that classical, practical, and spiritual education was important in the fight for equality.
Let us have the strength to press forward in this fight. In our desire for justice, God, help us have the will to move forward with the spirit of Mary McLeod Bethune. As we look toward a brighter future, may we consider how we might improve the lives of those around us by meeting their greatest needs.
-Brian for Faith in Store
God does not view people the same way our culture views people. People who change the world do not have to come from wealthy or powerful families. God does not believe in or operate caste systems. He shows no preferential treatment toward anyone. Sometimes, God uses fishermen to change the world—to turn history upside down. It should come as no surprise to us when God uses people from humble beginnings to impact their towns, societies, cultures, and the world.
Dr. Myles Munroe is one such person. God looked past his circumstances and into his heart, and saw a leader. Dr. Munroe and his ten siblings were born to poor parents in the Bahamas. In the two-bedroom shack in which he was raised, many of the children slept on the floor among rats and cockroaches. His mother gave him his first advice about leadership when he was five years old: “The more you watch TV, you will never get on TV.” From that point forward, he tried to spend his free time reading books instead of watching television.
Without any plans to become a minister, Dr. Munroe led a Bible study while working for the government of the Bahamas. He became very passionate about the Bible study and this was one of the things that led him into ministry. God’s plan required him to leave his government job.
Dr. Munroe’s big break occurred when he attended a conference in Tulsa, Oklahoma. One night during the conference, the hand of God was moving and the scheduled speaker was unable to attend. Dr. Munroe was chosen to speak instead—on the same night that there was television and radio coverage of the event. This opportunity converged with his preparation and a God-ordained moment was seized.
Dr. Munroe went on to become an international motivational speaker, best-selling author, educator, leadership mentor, and consultant for government and business. He traveled throughout the world to talk about the maximization of individual potential, including the transformation of followers into leaders. He became the founder and executive producer of a number of radio and television programs that aired worldwide, and also wrote various Bible editions, journals, and magazines.
Tragically, Dr. Myles Munroe and his wife were killed in a plane crash in 2014. Afterward, Perry Christie, the prime minister of the Bahamas, said, “It is utterly impossible to measure the magnitude of Dr. Munroe’s loss to the Bahamas and to the world. He was indisputably one of the most globally recognizable religious figures our nation has ever produced. His fame as an ambassador for the Christian ministry preceded him wherever in the world he travelled.”
When we think on the life of Dr. Munroe, let us celebrate a man who did not see his circumstances as a limitation. Instead, he left his humble home to form an international ministry.
-Brian for Faith In Store
This month, join me in reading Dr. Munroe’s book, Becoming a Leader, by clicking here.
For a full list of the resources we offer from Dr. Munroe and Bahamas Faith Ministries International, click here.
This is a story about the paths that God sets before our feet. As we trace the travels of our lives, we often see the fingerprints of God on the journey we’ve taken.
Thomas Andrew Dorsey was born in the rural community of Villa Rica, Georgia, in 1899. His father was a minister of the gospel and his mother was a music teacher—two paths that would intersect for Thomas later in life. The family was not wealthy. In fact, at age eleven, Thomas began selling concessions at an Atlanta theater to help his family make ends meet. Working at the theater allowed him to learn to play the piano, as his love for the medium of music continued to grow.
The story of Thomas is the story of all of us. We all come to the point in our lives where we decide whether to follow the compass or venture into the wilds and chase destruction. As he pursued music, the lifestyle of blues and jazz led him away from the Lord.
At age seventeen, he set out on his own, traveling and playing piano at any blues and jazz gig he could find. He wrote music with suggestive lyrics and seemed destined for success as popular blues singers began recording his works. He put together the Wildcats Jazz Band, which backed the popular blues singer Ma Rainey. He was now known as “Georgia Tom,” a new identity for a man who had wandered away from his Creator.
But at the height of his success, he began to notice an unsteadiness in his playing. It worsened to the point where he couldn’t play or perform. Doctors said he had suffered from a nervous breakdown; Thomas later called it a “God interruption.”
At his sister-in-law’s invitation, Thomas returned to church. As he reconnected with God, the unsteadiness ceased: Thomas was healed. Because of this, he committed himself to the Lord.
Thomas began writing songs for church, blending different styles and genres. While some didn’t accept his music initially, others connected to the sounds of the gospel for the first time. Thomas became known as the father of gospel music.
In 1932, he became the choir director at Chicago’s Pilgrim Baptist Church, where he would serve for forty years. This allowed him to work and focus on creating music. He also started Dorsey’s House—the first black publishing house for gospel music.
Thomas wrote hundreds of gospel songs that were recorded by such singers as Mahalia Jackson, Aretha Franklin, and Elvis Presley.
Thomas set the stage for contemporary Christian music, allowing musicians to use varying styles to spread the message of Jesus Christ. When he embraced the call of God on his life, the Creator of the universe used him to reach into the hearts of all who would listen through the vein of music.
To listen to Thomas A. Dorsey perform, "Take My Hand, Precious Lord," click here.
-Brian for Faith in Store