Kyle I.

Creation / Beginning I grew up in a loving, faith-filled family. My dad was a Southern Baptist Minister of Music, which meant church wasn’t just part of our lives — it was our life. The classic Baptist joke about my upbringing is that I had a drug problem: I was...

Heather K.

My parents – and their parents, and their parents’ parents – are Catholic. Not the sort of Catholic who is Catholic by name and tradition, maybe only attending mass on Christmas and Easter, but a much more committed version. Name and tradition certainly...

Heather U.

“I think I saw angels coming up from the lake.” We were a group of girls huddled together in our cabin at a rustic summer camp. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure there were angels there that night since it was highly likely it was another group of campers with...

Des L.

My Name is Des, I come from a family of nominal Catholics. We would go to church on the high holidays: Christmas, Easter and when we weren’t too tired from a Saturday night’s festivities. I received all of my sacraments and I would try not to sin. I thought I was...

Jen T.

I grew up in a loving and supportive family. We didn’t attend church or speak much about faith. That changed in my early twenties when I encountered Jesus for the first time—and everything shifted. When I became a Christian, I was all in. I dove headfirst into my...