I thought everything was perfect—in my life, in my career and even my view of a relationship with God—until October 2009 when one hit would overshadow everything and change my life forever.
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The Lord had pulled me in, securing my identity, position, and inheritance for eternity and no earthly inheritance can ever compare or diminish the faithfulness and provision of our heavenly father.
For two decades, professionals at Redeemer Counseling Services (RCS) have worked to identify ways to help the gospel become real in their clients’ lives. Clients’ lives were restored, healing was received, and joy was experienced – all due to the power and truth that the gospel brought to their lives.
In the summer of 2019, we lost my loving Dad at the age of 86 after an extended illness lasting over 10 years. He was a physician. I prayed that he would accept Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior for 15 years, from the moment I realized that he hadn’t. We had attended church my entire childhood and he had “gone to church” his entire life.
Inside the Christian church, the gift of grace and forgiveness—that we did nothing to earn—is delighted in, preached on, sung about and it’s there that we worship Jesus our savior with hope and joy. But what does it mean, what COULD it mean, outside the walls of the church in our secular society?
I am a 45 year old woman. By the time I became a Christian in 2012 I had lived drug free for 15 years from an addiction that started in my late teens. Active addiction lasted six years until I got help to recover in 1997. This is the story of my life from then to September 2020.
A story of marriage renewal from Heather Bixler, a violinist and a neuroscience student at Columbia, and her husband David Bixler, a saxophonist.
Just one hour after I was dancing on stage in front of an audience of 2,400 with a live orchestra, I found myself alone, sitting on my bed in my apartment. I wanted to feel that after-performance high; I wanted to enjoy the fulfillment of something I had spent two decades training for. Securing an […]
My story begins in the summer of 1975 when I was 22 years old. I had graduated from High School in southeastern Virginia four years earlier and since that time had been floundering, trying to figure out life. I wished I had gone to college. For three summers I had seen high school classmates come home for the summer and then go back to school in the fall. If I had gone to college right after graduation, I would almost be done, I reasoned.