For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. The feeling in the nation must be quickened, the conscience of the nation must be roused, the propriety of the nation must be startled, the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed: and its crimes against God and man must be denounced.[1]
The cries of a newborn were heard coming from a motel dumpster. This isn’t a horror novel; this was reality in Columbus, Georgia only a few months ago.[1] This child survived because someone intervened in time. Not every story ends that way. Incidents like this are rare enough to shock us, yet common enough to reveal a painful truth: when mothers feel trapped, afraid, or unseen, desperate decisions can follow.
Before coming to Christ, Brian lived an “experiential” life. He spent a decade serving in the United States Navy, working in intelligence, and traveling the world. By his own account, it was a life marked by sin and spiritual emptiness, absent of the truth of the gospel. “The more I pursued my own desires,” he shared, “the more pointless it all became.”