About seven years ago, we were going through a massive life reboot.
We had left South Carolina to return home to Cincinnati and were living in a two-bedroom apartment with six kids. We made it work because there was an attic that doubled as one big room for the three older boys.
The apartment was above my father-in-law’s old dental practice, and he let us stay there rent-free. We only had to pay utilities. It was an incredible opportunity to pay off debt and save money.
At the time, I worked in business development and was allowed to work unlimited overtime. So I did. I worked as much as I could. I honestly don’t know how many hours a week I was putting in, but it was a lot.
At the same time, my podcast was really taking off, and I was starting to get invited to speak at conferences. Since I was remote, I could do my job from the road. I would clock out, go speak, then clock back in afterward. It allowed me to maximize the opportunity to build out that ministry while also paying down debt and putting money away for the future.
One day I was at a conference in the Catskills. An evening session had just wrapped up, and I walked out into a big field under a sky full of stars when my wife texted me, “We need to talk.”
I called her and asked what was going on. She had my son with her, who was probably nine or ten at the time. She told me they had been talking about whether or not God was real, and during the conversation he more or less claimed to be an atheist.
So standing there looking up at the stars, I started explaining different arguments about fine-tuning and the nature of the universe. I asked him what he thought about it.
I remember him repeatedly saying, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
And I kept telling him, “Just answer honestly.”
As I circled around a few apologetic arguments and kept getting basically no real response, it suddenly hit me: this is a ten-year-old boy who has spent his whole life in a Christian home, with parents who love him, and in solid churches.
This was not fundamentally an intellectual problem.
He was not wrestling with the historicity of the resurrection or the complexity of cosmology. There was something much more basic underneath it all.
A big part of it was that we were packed into a tiny apartment, and his dad was gone constantly.
I started realizing the issue was not primarily intellectual. It was relational and social. If my earthly father doesn’t have time for me, if my earthly father feels distant, then maybe my heavenly Father, who already feels distant because He can’t be seen, probably doesn’t care much for me either.
Of course, my son had never consciously worked through it in those exact categories. But children often feel things long before they can explain them.
So I backed off the apologetics.
I just told him, “Hey, I love you. When I get back, we’ll talk more. Don’t worry about it.”
After I returned from that conference, I started taking him with me to my co-working place several days a week. I let him drink however much soda he wanted, sit in on my calls, hang around while I worked, and just talk with me about life.
Nothing dramatic.
I just started spending more hours with him.
And over time, all that stuff faded away.
In fact, over time, he became one of the more vigorous defenders of the Christian faith among our kids.
There is no program that can help struggling children like godly, present parents. I almost wish there were, because a program would feel more manageable. It would require less faith.
But God designed the family to be one of the primary means through which children are shaped into a stable and godly way of life.
We only get so many hours.
We have to spend them wisely.
If you give your heart to your children and walk with God humbly, not perfectly, but humbly, God often uses that to draw your children’s hearts to Himself.
and whether our tomorrows
be filled with good or ill,
we'II triumph through our sorrows
and rise to bless you still:
to marvel at your beauty
and glory in your ways,
and make a joyful duty
our sacrifice of praise.
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Even though our kids won’t see our love “grow old together” from an earthly stand point; they’ll see it from a Heavenly one. And I’ll tell them of our love story any moment I can.
Happy Anniversary to the love of my life.
Actually it was concluded in November 2025, before SAC even voted to leave. When Jerry, in the MHWC report to presbytery declared, no sin, no crime, and a unanimous decision to close the matter. Jerry also told other elders the same thing. Jerry described the events even as you all allege them as knucklehead behavior. And then told me the same thing in December when I spoke with Jerry and yourself. You’re intentionally obtuse to deceive and mislead. And to compound slander upon slander.
Except that’s not true. They recieved a letter late February/early March of last year informing them of the 31-2, and directing as I stated above, which is why they went to the police. But they did not do what was required, which is also what is biblically required mind you, which is provide evidence. You wouldn’t know that though, because you weren’t involved yet, and they’ve undoubtedly been lying to you too.
If you read my original letter, the Nichols letter, and the SAC communications, you will see I am the one that brought concerns. Once that happened, the elders sought to hear from the Nichols. Through every single meeting, the body cam footage where a report was not made but a picture was requested, to this very day, there’s never been an actual charge. There is quite literally nothing to investigate. There is nothing to refer. Do you believe in presumption of innocence? Do you believe in probable cause? Do you believe a man is supposed to have his life torn apart simply because one person says another person said something, but you can’t speak to that other person and I have no evidence to offer. Is that the world you want to live in Christian man? This is me too all over again. This is a dozen other stories all over again. All ones that many of you rightly see for what they are. But you don’t know me and you think you know Steve Nichols so you fill your head with assumptions. I’m just a normal Christian, god-fearing man like all of you. Be grateful your family hasn’t been torn to shreds for no reason.
@ReformedArsenal The session was the court of original jurisdiction. SN is not ordained, he and his wife were communicant members, therefore the local session has jurisdiction.
Correct. They only went to the police after a BCO 31-2 investigation began, and after SAC itself made an a CJIS report, as did I. The communication to them about the investigation included a directive by SAC to either provide the session with evidence or go to the police with evidence or to stop it. They went to the police and asked for a picture, but did not file a report. And never have.
You think I went to the police for fun to willingly make it known of the vile things I was being accused of? Unlike Bob, not only can I provide the police report I filed, and the one SAC filed, I can also provide emails, texts, instagram messages and even video evidence, as well as personal testimony from a whole host of people who have witnessed various things said and done to me and about me, by them. Bob has allowed personal partisan ecclesial disputes to cloud his mind. And has made himself party to the vile slander against me.
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
—Theodore Roosevelt