@alisa_childers The last Mark Driscoll sermon I listened to when I was involved with Mars Hill was him screaming “How dare you!” with the same tone and intense anger. I knew in that moment I’d made a horrible error.
@NeilShenvi Driscoll has offered a changing narrative over time. That I’m aware of, nobody has offered additional support to his version, yet multiple former senior leaders and staffers have spoken out against him.
@Vitus_oss “…our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation…in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.”
@MrPitbull07 “He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes.” Deuteronomy 10:21
For nine months, my wife, Brooklyn, carried our baby boy. And for nine months, we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak.
Early in the pregnancy, we learned something was terribly wrong. Around the three- to four-month mark, doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus — fluid building so rapidly in his brain that it pushed everything aside. They used to call it “water on the brain,” but the simplicity of the name didn’t soften the reality.
We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. And they gave us the kind of news no parent is ever prepared to hear.
His condition was so severe, so extreme, that they stopped measuring. There was no point, they said. The MRI images were devastating. We were told there was a greater than 90% chance our son would either:
• Die shortly after birth, or
• Survive with such profound cognitive impairment that life — real life — would not be possible.
We sat through meetings no parent should ever sit through. Conversations about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to make the decision to let him go.
Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital. I drove back and forth — working, caring for our daughters Sophie and Lily, and trying to keep our home standing while our world felt like it was falling apart.
Then came July 8th.
Just 15 minutes before Brooklyn’s C-section, we sat with doctors again and discussed when — not if — we might have to remove life support and let our son go to heaven.
I don’t have words for that kind of pain.
And then — Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying.
A strong, loud, defiant cry.
The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
He stayed in the NICU until yesterday… and now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live.
He has mild ventricular enlargement we will keep an eye on — but otherwise?
He is thriving. Eating. Wiggling. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his.
The doctors have no explanation. They said his brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own — something none of them have seen in a case this severe. The word that kept echoing through the NICU from seasoned nurses and top specialists was the same:
“Miracle.”
“Divine intervention.”
They said it. Not us.
We know thousands of people — family, friends, coworkers, strangers — were praying for our son. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said, not this one.
I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him.
To every person who prayed for us — every text, every message, every whispered intention — thank you. You carried us when we were too exhausted to carry ourselves.
Prayer is real.
God is real.
And miracles… they still happen.
With a full and grateful heart,
—Nick
@Protestia “What you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it…”
Why I strongly support @realDonaldTrump recent executive order that will dismantle the Housing First model. (EO 14321) For one Housing first has been a spectacular failure because it does not address the underlining issues that either led a person to the streets or kept them on
The No Kings protest today only proved that millions of progressives are capable of gathering yet accomplish nothing. They had a real opportunity with all that manpower to fix our local problems. Help the homeless, spend money at a small business, clean graffiti, take an elderly person shopping. Etc. Basically love thy neighbor. 99% of them right now are patting themselves on the back that they did good today. They accomplished nothing but spending time in their echo chamber for a few hours.
@MikeWingerii Mike - I know you’re getting a lot of hate - but keep at it. You are not alone. Many of us who have been hurt by corrupt leaders in the church are praying for you. You are speaking up for us when nobody else would. Love you, brother.