Life Resurrected. Check out this amazing book for only $.99


I want to let you know about an awesome book promo starting tomorrow.

For two days, 4/11 and 4/12, Life Resurrected: Extraordinary Miracles Through Ordinary People will be on sale for only $.99. This was written by my friend and fellow blogger/author, Jesse Birkey.

What can I say other than this book is amazing! Full of testimonies that will encourage you to step out in faith and trust God will use you for His glory. We aren’t on this earth to say a quick prayer and wait for a bus ride into Heaven. We are here to manifest the image of God. We are here to love people.

I finished this book in just three sittings. Jesse has a very clear writing style that instantly grabs you by the shirt and pulls you into the book. He talks about his journey and transformation as God delivered him from a life of bondage and slavery. He is very transparent as he openly discusses things from his life that could easily be left private.

It’s all to show the amazing love and power God has poured over him throughout the years. I won’t go into any of the testimonies. I’ll leave those for you to discover. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

Click HERE to purchase the book.

Click HERE to visit Jesse’s website.

About Jess and his wife, Kara:

Jesse and Kara Birkey live with their two children, Rylie and Kailyn in Tampa Bay, Florida.

Jesse grew up in a Christian home. His father was a Mennonite Pastor and Mother a nurse. He grew up with the knowledge of God but denied the power of God to change his life. This led to a desperate search for worth, which brought hardship as he embraced the comforts of the world. He completed college at Hesston Mennonite with an associate’s degree in business. At 21 Jesse had been hired as a firefighter/paramedic, married Kara and bought their first house together. A year later their son was born followed by their daughter two years after that. Jesse was 26 when the power of God’s love finally broke through his hard heart. Everything in his life began to change as he pursued God with passion and zeal. God began to direct Jesse through seasons of spiritual change, bringing encouragement and correction as He sought to mature him in the things of His heart. Jesse began to recognize that God wanted to be a part of his work life and began to see miracles as he ministered the love of God in the back of his ambulance ranging from the dead raised to self hate being destroyed as the perfect love of God washed through. God began to show him that God wants to use ordinary people in extraordinary ways. It was Jesse’s passion for others to know this, and the testimonies God had built in and through him, that led him to write Life Resurrected, Extraordinary Miracles through Ordinary People. Jesse’s passion is to be like Jesus and continues to minister as led daily.

Kara also grew up in a Christian home. Like Jesse, she had knowledge of God but failed to let His love transform her heart. She sought that love from the world, which led to heartache and struggles. Her primary passion in life was to get married and raise a family. She married Jesse when she was 19 and three years later had two young children. She saw a lack of Jesus in their home but didn’t know how to fix it. She prayed that Jesse would rise up and be the spiritual leader of the house. She got far more than she was expecting as Jesse suddenly began pursuing God into areas (spiritual gifts) that made her uncomfortable. As Jesse pursued God, she stayed where she was comfortable but still disconnected from God’s heart. Her continual search for value and worth culminated in tragedy when she had an affair. Her life was falling apart. 6 months later she confessed and watched as the rest of her life teetered on the edge of a cliff. She would later say that she didn’t understand the depth of God’s love and grace until she heard Jesse say through tears and intense traumatic pain, “I forgive you”. The love of God broke into her heart that night and over the months that followed He showed her how to let Him love her, how to forgive herself and how to love Jesse. As God healed and transformed their hearts their marriage was miraculously made completely new. The testimony of their trauma and healing is in a book they wrote together called Marriage, What’s the Point? One couple finds meaning in a crazy mess. Today her passion is to be like Jesus and continues to minister as led daily.

A message to the pro-life community. There is a good side to abortion


Stop. Hold on a minute.

Put down your torches and pitchforks. Call an end to the lynch mob looking to string me up in the public square.

I’m on your side. I detest abortion.

I believe, without any doubts or hesitation, that it’s murder. Life begins at conception.

Actually, if we want to get extremely technical, I’ll go so far as to say life begins long before conception. God already hand-picked every person before the foundations of the earth were formed.

So yeah, no matter how you slice it, abortion is not cool.

I do have to tell you this, though. And here is where you might decide to re-light those torches.

You won’t find me outside of an abortion clinic participating in a protest.

It utterly breaks my heart to see you standing there with sings that read “Mommy, why do you want to kill me?” or “Babies are murdered here.” There are young, broken, terrified, and unsure teenagers walking past those accusations.

It reminds me of another story that talks about a mob dragging a broken woman before Jesus to be stoned. But, let’s not get into that right now.

I guarantee you each and every young girl heading into that building is struggling with shame, guilt, and condemnation. Whether they even realize it or not, something deep inside their being is crying out for hope.

Their shattered hearts are aching for love. To be accepted no matter what mistakes they make in life. Their souls are grieving.

And we have the answer.

We possess the hope they seek.

Unfortunately, they won’t notice it hidden behind the huge signs of judgement and hate. They won’t see Christ in you, the hope of glory. They will only remember the pointing fingers, shaking heads, and disdainful glances.

Through their tears, they will only see a group of people who despise their very existence. They will only see a bunch of white-bearded, robe-covered old men with huge rocks in their hands.

But, here’s the thing. Here is the good side of abortion that I wanted to delve into. Actually, there are a couple of things that can work for good.

First, you have the amazing opportunity to transform someone’s life. And it only takes one little element to begin the process. Love.

That’s right, put down the signs and approach another human being in need of help. Better yet, burn your signs and stop carrying them around altogether. Stop pointing fingers and start pointing them to the One who can heal all pain.

It’s impossible for someone to walk away from an encounter with unconditional love unchanged in some way. I believe with all my heart we will see Malchus in Heaven.

The very man he went to arrest in the Garden healed his ear, no questions asked. No stones thrown. No conditions. Malchus must have had blood all over him. When people asked what happened, he would think back to that moment.

A life-changing moment.

So, if you go to an abortion clinic, go with an entirely different motive and attitude. Give them a hug. Weep with them. Comfort them. Show them the Jesus we talk about but rarely demonstrate.

Secondly, think about this with me for a moment. All good things work together for good. Not just some things. ALL. It’s in the Bible. Go find it.

The enemy would like nothing more than to kill babies before they are ever birthed into this world. Sometimes, he succeeds. Sometimes, he doesn’t.

When he does, they unborn child is immediately rushed straight to the feet of Jesus. And He is there waiting with open arms. So, even in death, they find life.

Come on, that’s awesome.

I understand how hard it is to see someone carry through with the decision to abort, but there is always a hope we can cling too in every situation.

It takes faith. The good in every situation isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it’s masked by human pain and emotions. But, it’s there. I promise you.

So, don’t hate me. Don’t label me insensitive to the reality of abortion and the long-term effects it creates for everyone involved.

I”m on your side. Let’s walk like Jesus together.

Despite what Indiana thinks, unconditional love doesn’t require a but


There is a huge problem with Christianity today. It feels to me as if we have built walls around our beliefs when we should be completely open and accessible.

We immediately get mad, irritated, or defensive if a person shares something that contradicts what we believe.

We start shouting Bible scriptures and flog them with our judgmental whips. The sad part is, we do all of this while keeping the skeletons in our own closet locked away under a veil of darkness, where no one can ever see them.

What bothers me the most is the “but” mentality.

We have become a generation of Christians who can’t love others unless there are conditions. 

Love the sinner, BUT hate the sin. Of course we hate sin, but why do we feel the need to state that every time we see someone doing wrong?

Why can’t we simply say love the sinner?

See? No condition there.

When we add a “but” condition to our love, I believe it weakens the act. It takes our focus off of the hurt and broken individual, and places it all on what they are doing.

Are they gay? Who cares. Do they worship the devil? Doesn’t matter. Did that girl have an abortion? She needs our love, not self-righteous judgement.

One of my favorite lines from a song comes from Jesus, Friend of Sinners by Casting Crowns. “What if we put down our signs, crossed over the lines, and love like You did”. That’s powerful.

Don’t miss an opportunity to love someone because you’re too hung up on what they are doing. 

I can help you, BUT what’s in it for me? Seriously? So many today have the mentality that in order to help someone, we need something in return.

Why is that?

What happened to helping someone who can never pay us back? If we always expect a payoff on our love investment, we will never be able to help the poor, homeless, hungry, or naked.

We might as well rip out all the pages in the Bible that talk about Jesus, and burn them. He was the ultimate example of helping those who could never return the favor.

And He was completely satisfied with that. He didn’t need them to do anything but accept His love, help, and healing.

I’m sorry you’re going through a rough time, BUT I’ll be praying for you. You might as well slap someone in the face.

While prayer is very powerful, and an essential weapon in our arsenal, it’s not always the solution.

If a family has no food in their apartment, you don’t just pray that God will provide. You drive to the store and buy some food. If you don’t have the funds to buy food, ask your friends to help. Take food out of your own cupboard and give it.

There is always a way. When we need something, sure we pray, but I believe we also have to be active, and not just sit back, waiting for God to do His thing.

These are just a few examples of the “but” mentality. Our love should be unconditional. No strings. No expectations. No requirements. No repayment plan.

Jesus enjoyed the benefits of spending His time with God the Father in Heaven, but He lowered Himself to our standards and became human. He lived life on Earth. He allowed Himself to be hung on a tree. He took on all of our pain, fear, sin, brokenness, despair, and shame.

And He did it all with no expectations for us to reciprocate.

I want to be more like Jesus. I want to love others unconditionally. For me, the but stops here.

Jesus is so much more than a holiday


I get it.

Most people grew up in church. It became a weekly ritual. For the very religious ones, attendance required three visits per week. Minimum.

Then annual observances became the norm. Christmas to celebrate the birth of Christ. Easter, His resurrection. There’s a myriad of documents, theories, and arguments about the actual time frame of His birth. We won’t get into that.

I see a trend in Christian circles, and quite frankly, it grieves me deeply.

I’m not here to beat you over the head with the true meaning of these holidays. Jesus instead of presents and commercialization. Jesus instead of Easter egg hunts and candy. Regardless of origins, no one is going to Hell if they participate in those activities.

It’s ludicrous to even think that way.

Jesus paid too high a price for us to only honor Him twice a year. 

This weekend, thousands, if not millions will don their fancy clothes, paint on an extra layer of make-up, and walk into a building to thank the Nazarene for everything He accomplished over 2,000 years ago.

Some will become angry on the way to church, overcome with an undeniable swell of road rage. Some will purposely walk right past at least three homeless people, holding onto merely a shadow of empty hopes and faded cardboard signs. Some will verbally abuse their spouse as they exit the car in the parking lot. Some will smile at the greeters standing just inside the front doors. Some will avoid eye contact.

People, who haven’t attend church on a  Sunday since the first episode of The Walking Dead premiered, will suddenly appear on Easter Sunday. Why is that?

We’ve been trained that if there is one day not to skip out on church, it’s Easter. We can live like Hell all year, but if we walk through the doors on that Sunday, that special Sunday, it’s all good. God will overlook everything else.

Come on.

It’s time to punch religion square in the face and start acting like the people Jesus died for. 

It’s time to stop playing church on Sunday and start being the Church every day of the week.

God peered down the timeline of history and hand-picked us to breathe life. He was excited at the prospect of living inside of us. Living inside of His very own creation.

Jesus didn’t hang on a tree just so we could recite a quick prayer and have our card punched for the train ride to Heaven. He hung there so we could die to our self and follow Him.

We should be on our knees every single day thanking Him for the ultimate sacrifice. Thanking Him for being the example of love we don’t have time to be.

If we’ve reduced the Gospel to an Easter or Christmas story, shame on us.

We have the incredible opportunity and privilege to be ambassadors for our Creator. We were formed from dust of the Earth, but yet our Maker wants to live through us. He wants us to show the world what love looks like.

Jesus was our example. He modeled Christianity for three years. Out in public. Where everyone could see what it meant to live a selfless life. He left instructions for all generations to follow Him.

Stop thinking you deserve to have a good life here on Earth. Stop thinking you deserve the praise of man. Stop thinking you deserve to be treated better at work.

If we want what we truly deserve, we can saddle up the horse and start heading south. Way south. What we deserve is Hell. Jesus went through Hell so we wouldn’t have too. And we only want to pay Him homage twice a year?

Come on, Church. Come on, Saints. We can do better than that.

Jesus was born, crucified, and emerged from an empty tomb. For us. He gave it all so we could once again be reconciled back to our Father. Our original Father. The One from Whom all of life springs forth.

People need hope. People need love. If you are truly born again, there are no unlovable or unreachable people. I’m tired of hearing those words spoken. Those people don’t exist to anyone who has truly become love. Everyone has potential, destiny, and created value. It’s that simple.

Jesus is so much more than a holiday.

He’s the very reason for our existence.

Two to six and a new perspective


“The cancer has spread throughout more of your body than we had anticipated. You have two to six months to live.”

No one wants to hear those words spoken from the mouth of your doctor. In the natural, it’s devastating and completely overwhelming. It’s a slap in the face as you suddenly realize how frail life truly is.

There has been division in our family for years. On my wife’s side. No one denies that fact. Satan has used words, situations, and events to chip continually away at unity until nothing remains but pain and torment. He has been rather successful at it.

People always ask, why does it take someone in the family getting cancer to bring everyone together?

I see this entire situation in a completely different perspective.

First, here is one thing I don’t see. I don’t see God trying to teach anyone a lesson by punishing them with a disease. Good things come from above, not sickness, death, or pain.

I see this as the enemy attacking someone’s body with a disease that originates straight from the pit of Hell. The enemy is here to kill, steal, and destroy. If you are going through anything that involves death, loss, or destruction, it’s from satan.

I also stopped asking why the possibility of death brings people together and started to realize that anything the devil tries to do will ultimately fail.

The Cross, for example. Satan thought he had secured a wondrous victory, when, in fact, quite the opposite happened. He suffered his worst defeat when Jesus walked out of the tomb.

The same thing is happening in our current family situation.

Romans 8:28 says:

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.

The enemy has tried to rip us further apart with cancer, but the family is coming together. Once again, father of lies, you lose.

There is no doubt in my mind that the journey will be long. The walls built up over the years between everyone are stronger than reinforced steel.

Every meaningful embrace. Every soft kiss. Every kind word. Moments of shared tears. Those are the weapons we will use to defeat the enemy once again. Love will be the wrecking ball to division and strife.

And we have hope. Instead of going the chemo, medicine, and drugs route, my father-in-law is going all natural. There are countless stories of people diagnosed with stage 4 cancer who have survived. Juicing. Enzymes. B17. The plan of attack has already begun, and there is hope for many more years of life. Good quality of life.

The devil’s plan will fail. Regardless of what happens throughout this journey, we still win.

We will move forward in faith.

Faith that all things do indeed work together for good.

Faith that the Spirit inside of us has the power over sin and death.

Faith that relationships will be restored and better than they’ve ever been.

Faith that love never fails.

Faith that no matter what we see with our eyes, nothing changes the truth of who we are in Christ. Nothing changes God’s love for us. And nothing can ever defeat the hope we will hold onto with reckless abandon.

We won’t be shaken.

The enemy has already been defeated.

No matter what happens, we are living in a win-win situation.


There are two ways in which you can help.

The list of food items alone needed to attack this naturally is staggering. Juicing requires so many pounds of ingredients per week. Austin will also be taking pancreatic enzymes, B17 supplements, and an array of other natural remedies. Anything you can provide to help us on this journey is most certainly appreciated. Donate HERE

The other way is with your support and prayers. We have a Caring Bridge page set up where you can keep up to date on Austin’s progress and also leave words of encouragement. Click HERE

Help support my dream


Ever since high school, my passion has been writing. I started with poetry and song lyrics. I then discovered that I loved writing fiction. Now I blog on a consistent basis and publish short novellas on Amazon. I work full time as an Account Management Specialist with a kidney dialysis company. It’s sometimes very hard to find the time to write.

My main passion is to write blog posts and stories that point people to Christ. If you’ve followed my blog for any period of time, you know how much I love people. I believe we are on this planet to love. It’s the reason we’re alive. I am able to do that through my writing.

To write full time has long been a dream of mine. You could help make that dream a reality. By supporting me on a monthly basis, you will be reaching out to millions of people across the globe. The Great Commission says for us to go into all the world. Since I can’t physically accomplish that right now, my writing is the tool I use to reach the lost.

There are so many people who just need hope. The Bible says we have Christ in us, the hope of glory. Let’s share that hope with the entire planet.

I want to continue publishing novellas on Amazon. I want to continue blogging meaningful articles and post that encourage people to pursue Jesus with every fiber of their being. You can help me do that.

I write about faith, fiction, the lost, parenting, and other topics that I care deeply about. I write honestly and give examples from my own life and experiences.

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I want to thank anyone in advance who decides to pledge an amount per month. It would mean more than you will ever know. Rest assured, all pledges will go directly toward supporting my writing career. God bless.

Pre-order my new book, I Believe


I Believe is now available for pre-order. The release date is April 14th, but you can order your copy now. When it goes live for sale, it will automatically download to your reading device.




Here is a sample from I Believe.


Remember Me

It’s nearly time to pay for all of my sins.

I have to be completely honest. I don’t want to die. I’m sure anyone can understand those feelings. Even though you might judge me for all the wrong I’ve done, I hope you can see me as just another man. A son. A brother. A loved one. Someone who has messed up in life, but not a horrible person.

I don’t want to be remembered for my failures, but rather as a man who took responsibility for his crimes. I am a thief. Of that fact, there is no doubt. Everyone knows it. I guess most will remember me for that reason alone. And I can’t say that I would blame them.

If there were a way I could atone for everything I’ve done, I would most certainly make every effort. Unfortunately for me, the list of my wrongdoings is far too long. The judge has decided that I will no longer be held prisoner.

It’s been decided that I will be put to death along with two other men. Other criminals.

There is nothing more I can do but accept my fate. I have been a prisoner for quite some time. At least, in one way, death will be freedom. It’s not exactly how I imagined my release, but it’s a release nonetheless. I’m tired of staring at bars where rays of the sun barely peek through each morning. Where guards toss unrecognizable food carelessly into my cell. I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t picked up off the floor.

I’ve had plenty of time to sit in silence and contemplate what death might be like. I’m not entirely sure what I believe. From time to time, men would come and speak to us about God. They would tell stories of Heaven and Hell, good and evil. We were shown the error of our ways and the eternal punishment that would follow this life. Just a couple of days ago, they spoke of the Messiah, Who had finally come. The one prophesied about in the ancient scriptures.

That would explain the feeling of chaos that filled our city walls. We heard stories of miracles, healing, and about a rebel who didn’t follow our religious leaders. He spoke of Heavenly things, but not in a similar fashion as everyone was accustomed to hearing. It was reported that He claimed to be the Son of God.

That, in itself, was blasphemy. A crime punishable by death. We had only one king, and everyone knew the consequences of not bowing at his feet. The Romans were known throughout the land as being ruthless when it came to enforcing people’s obedience. There was nothing they deemed off limits in their methods of torture and ways to make people suffer for doing wrong.

They were going to crucify me. Crucifixions were common in our day and age. It was the Romans preferred method of dealing out punishment. I had never witnessed one myself, but the stories I heard were enough for me to get a clear picture of the process. Such a painful way to die. The unsettling fact was that most people didn’t die right away. It could take hours or even days.

I didn’t want to suffer. Since childhood, I had considered various ways I might die, and none of them were favorable. My biggest fear was drowning. I would never have been a good fisherman. I had several friends who had met death at the hands of an angry sea. Some of their bodies had never been found.

Being crucified had never occurred to me. The Romans would either tie or nail me to a cross. The rusty nails would hurt more, but in the end, it wouldn’t matter which method was used. My fate was sealed either way.

I awoke that morning with a heavy heart. It’s a strange thing to realize I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. It wasn’t long before the guards came and pulled me from the cell. It was time to march up to the mountain where they would carry out our sentence. They pushed me toward the massive crowd that had gathered in the temple courtyard. I had no idea what was happening, but many people were shouting.

The guard pulled me to the front, past the throng of people, and shoved me to my knees. I wasn’t sure if I was just a spectator or would soon be an equal participant in the punishment. A man was chained to the whipping post, and the soldiers argued about who would take the first turn. They had completely stripped away his clothing and dignity. I could see bruising on his face blood dripping from cracked lips.

He didn’t utter a sound. Not even one word in protest.


To be continued…