Personality or Person?
How do you view your church leaders? We were very gentle with you. We were like a mother caring for her little children. We loved you very much. So we were happy to share God’s Good News with you; but not only that-we were also happy to share even our own lives with you. (1 Thessalonians 2:7-9 ERV) Wednesday had been a long day. I began early in the morning with a friend in ministry who had been unexpectedly fired. He wasn’t told why. His firing took about five minutes. His church had more than doubled in six years. He was stunned and hurt, yet careful not bash the church. This encounter set the tone for the whole exhausting day. I was glad the day was about over. We were just a few minutes away from our weekly worship re-charge. We call it H.I.P. – High Impact Praise – our Wednesday evening praise service. I desperately needed it. Donna did, too. She had worked at preparing our weekly church dinner and I was working right up until the service began. I didn’t have anything to do on the schedule this night, so I was going to get to sit with her and we were going to enjoy worshipping together. Shortly before I arrived, someone came up to Donna and said, “I don’t care what you say. I don’t like … If Phil ever does … I’ll be the first in line to get him fired.” Someone we love said this to her in front of a fairly large group of people. It came from left field. She had no idea it was coming. She had just hugged this person. It was crushing. It broke her heart. Someone we valued and admired ripped her heart out. In a few quick words, she was reminded that we weren’t really friends in this person’s eyes, just personalities. You see, a real friend is a person you love. You confront them when they are wrong, but in love and with an open heart. You defend them until you are shown they are wrong. This person apparently viewed each of us as only a personality filling a role. We could be easily discarded as enemies if we took the wrong side of that person’s hot issue. Wow, that really hurts! What made this sting even worse was that we had recently heard about some folks from the place we had previously served for twenty-two years who had said similar things. Now granted, there are times when dramatic actions need to be taken to deal with blatant and repeated sin issues by church leaders – stealing funds, sexual immorality, dishonesty, denying the divinity of Christ, etc. This was not one of those issues. In fact, those in ministry who do get involved in those kinds of issues often survive their repeated transgressions because they are willing to play the game and fill a role while willing to be no more than a personality. This is often the game that’s played in religious organizations. I want to be clear: I’m not sharing this because it is some unusual thing or that we are somehow horribly mistreated. You don’t need to feel sorry for us. We go to church with good folks who are willing to work hard for the Lord. We love these people more every day. We’ve been profoundly blessed over the years to have worked with great churches and good people over long tenures. This is a large church and we are generally treated well. However, the vast majority of people in ministry don’t have those kinds of blessings, yet they have the same kind of hurtful experiences … and often have them more frequently than those in big church leadership positions. Now before you get too smug about this never happening in your church, be forewarned! This kind of thing happens in just about every kind and size of church. Those on the front lines of church ministry deal with it regularly. This kind of thing is one of the reasons that half of those who start ministry don’t survive past their first church experience and why many finally get tired and get out of full-time church ministry before they reach the age of fifty. So what are we to do about this? Here are a couple of thoughts I want to throw out there and see if you all have some you’d like to add. (Send your responses to phil@heartlight.org and let me know if we can share them.) First, we’ve got to move from the concept of church leader as a personality to fill a role to church leader as a person with whom we partner. As long as church leaders are looked upon as only personalities – warm bodies of talent to fill a role – then we don’t have to genuinely love them as people. That leader’s value is determined by how well his performance compares with others who fill similar roles. Our satisfaction with the leader is often determined by how well they agree with us on our issues. But when that leader does or says something we don’t like, then we can replace that person much like we would a battery in a flashlight or a light bulb in a lamp. There might be some inconvenience and cost, but at least we haven’t lost a friend. Clearly, this personality approach is wrong and harmful to all involved. Second, those who lead in ministry must seek genuine relationships with people they lead. They must be encouraged to make friends among the people they serve. Somehow we’ve got to escape the notion that those in ministry can’t have close friends where they serve because others will be jealous or feel left out. Playing favorites is wrong, but to expect church leaders to only have close friends outside the church family they serve is not only sick, it is ungodly. Look at the language of the apostle Paul at the
Too Many Tepees?
How many tepees is enough? I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I’ll say to myself, “You have plenty of good things laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry. (Luke 12:18-19) I got a little dose of conviction Sunday. My wife met me at church Sunday afternoon with a story. She and our 5-year-old son had been playing with Lincoln Logs. (Anyone still remember those?). Well, the set Josh has contains an old west fort, complete with an army officer and a Native American. It also comes with a tepee for the Native American. From somewhere – another play set, I guess – Josh came up with another tepee and included it in the story that he and my wife were telling. But, he had an explanation for it, and that’s where I got my little dose of conviction. “Look,” he said to Laura. “The Indian’s grandmother made him another tepee for all his stuff.” Spoken just like the only grandchild on either side of the family. And while I laughed, I laughed just a bit uneasily. I have to wonder just a little where he came up with the idea that if you run out of room for your stuff, you just make more room. Maybe it was just a throwaway remark that actually has nothing to do with values that he’s already developed in his short life. Or maybe it signifies the first encroaching step of the culture, the first influences of a materialistic world. Or, worst of all, maybe he got it from me. We’re all weaned on it. We live in it. Marinate in it. It soaks into us and becomes such a part of us that we don’t even think about it. We’re fascinated with stuff. Possessions clutter our homes and garages and sheds and closets and drawers and basements – and our hearts and minds. We convert bedrooms into closets to hold it all. I live in a century-old house, and its quirks give me a little glimpse of what life was like a hundred years ago. The walls are all plaster. There are plates in the ceiling that still conceal gaslight fixtures. And, maybe most significantly, there isn’t much closet space in the oldest part of the house. So when the attic was finished, more closets were added. We’re adding one in the basement. Things have changed in a hundred years. We need more tepees for all our stuff now. Jesus told a story about a rich man whose crops did very well one season. So well, in fact, that he didn’t have enough room to store what he harvested. So he decided, reasonably enough it might seem, to tear down his barns and build bigger ones. He would have plenty of room for all his wealth then. Plenty for retirement. He could just taste the good life. It was right around the corner. All he needed was more room for all his stuff and then he could relax, kick back, and enjoy life. Big house and yard in the suburbs. Winters in the tropics. Nice clothes. Expensive car. Good food. Private schools for the kids. “Eat, drink, and be merry.” The twist in the story, of course, is that he gets to enjoy none of his stuff. He doesn’t get a chance to build those barns, buy his house and car, or impress everyone with his country club membership. God tells him that he won’t live through the night – “Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?” The answer to that question isn’t important; what matters is who will NOT get all that stuff. That’s why the rich man is a fool. And the punch line, says Jesus, is that a lot of us aren’t much different: This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God.” (Luke 12:21 TNIV) The problem isn’t the stuff. Who, after all, was responsible for the success of the rich man’s crop? Who is the source of wealth and prosperity? God, of course – but the problem is that the rich man in the story seemed to have forgotten that. His default response when he sees that his barns won’t contain his stuff is to build larger barns. Maybe sharing his stuff would have been a better response, instead of hoarding it. Maybe he could have given some to his poor neighbors. A bonus for his servants. Maybe at least a prayer of thanks to God instead of smug self-congratulation and hedonistic plans. While the rich man filled his barns, his soul was empty. Those barns he was building weren’t just barns. They were temples in honor of his real gods: wealth, power, and luxury. Maybe in this area more than any other – more than sexual immorality or divorce or entertainment – the church is most influenced by the world. We accumulate our wealth – or wish to accumulate it – with no thought of God as its source or how his generosity to us should drive us toward generosity with others. We fill up our barns and build bigger ones, or look enviously and covetously at those who do. All the while, as our want for more grows and our barns get fuller, our spirits get empty and dead. One day, what happened to the rich man in the story will happen to us. Our lives will end, and it’ll be up to our family or friends to sift through all that stuff that in life seemed so important. When that day comes, you’d trade every possession you’ve accumulated for the assurance of a smile when you see God’s face. So right now, thank him for all the stuff he’s given you. Reflect on how generous he’s been, how all your possessions are touches of grace from him that
Today’s Verse – Isaiah 25:1
O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned long ago. —Isaiah 25:1 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… God’s actions are not reactions to current situations, but part of his long-term plan to bring redemption. Yes, he has done marvelous things, both in history and also in our personal histories. God transformed the vile intentions of a mob urged on by evil men and made it into the atoning sacrifice for our sins to display his love, mercy, and grace (Acts 2:22-24; 1 John 2:1-2). He changed the hearts of people who cried “Crucify him!” into people who believed in Jesus, repented of their evil, and were baptized, in faith, at Pentecost (Acts 2:36-41). He turned the ugliness of the cross into an opportunity to fulfill the prophets and redeem us through the resurrection of Jesus from the dead. O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned long ago. We join Isaiah to say in reverent admiration: “O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned long ago.” Video Commentary… ToGather Worship Guide | More ToGather Videos My Prayer… Holy God, you surprise me with new wonders and new things daily. Yet deep in my heart, dear Father, I know they are not new to you. Thank you for not making life boring or predictable, so I might thirst after you, the only true and living God, forever fresh, new, exciting, and marvelous. In the name of my Savior, Jesus, I pray. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.
06 Mar 2026
Being grateful while trusting God with our lives and every situation will help us experience peace in this life. This will help us avoid unnecessary stress. But it also requires us to walk in tandem with the Lord. Philippians 4:4-9.
The Vast Sky Was My Teacher
The vast needs that spread wide before us? They are already in His hands. I lay back on to the concrete and stretched my arms wide out the side. Houston’s night air became shockingly fickle at times, and the darkness lent an edge to the air. Cicadas’ throaty songs of the day had lulled into an abrupt hush with the arrival of darkness. My fingers spread wide against the sand-papery driveway, drinking in the warmth still radiating from the day’s unrelenting sun. Strategically only inches from my hand was a frosty cup of “orange julious,” as Mom called it. Fresh squeezed orange juice mixed with French vanilla ice cream- the kind that had that fancy speckling through it. Beads of condensation gathered and skittered down the cup, creating a wet halo around the base of the glass. I’d sit up, take a deep swig, slowly saving the flavors on my tongue and settle back down on the driveway and loose myself in the vast canvas above. I was not alone, all around me on the shadowy driveway were the dark forms of my siblings, and my parents too sometimes. It may have looked like a family massacre, bodies strewn outstretched like this, but we didn’t care. Star gazing was our right. These evenings on the driveway were a favorite of mine. I’d feel my body relax into the concrete’s warm embrace, and my eyes would peer into the vast night sky. I’m sure having been to NASA’s museum and peered through a phenomenal telescope fed my curiosity of the mysterious world spread far above but only a fingerbreadth away. I’d make out as many constellations as I could and eagerly watch for a shooting star. That always felt like a little wink from God, catching one of those, because they are so easy to miss. The sky was my first real memory of vastness. Growing up in Texas, it was a given. Not always in the city of Houston, granted, but whenever we got out of the city and the buildings faded away into mesquite trees and tumble weed snagged in rusty barbed wire, my lungs would expand. My eyes would open wider. Later I would feel it as I stood in the foaming waves of the ocean, and again at the edge of the Grand Canyon. Something thrilled in me at the terror and delight of being so small in the face of something so big. Sometimes I’d taste vastness more acutely in life, like when I experience the overwhelming beauty of pulling a screaming newborn to my chest for the very first time, or the shattering devastation of a traumatic and unexpected death of a sibling. I was suddenly microscopically small in the face of a yawning reality much bigger than I ever could be. Oddly, it’s not a bad feeling – to realize there is a Being much bigger than we ever could be. It’s stabilizing, calming, and reassuring. Vastness doesn’t always feel so safe as that concrete driveway off Buffalo Speedway in Houston Texas. But I think it was so kind of God to start me off there, warm and cozy, surrounded by those I knew and loved. I really like to be comfortable. Safe, you know? Funny, because one of the top things that attracted me to my husband was that he was willing to take risks. Not crazy ones, no stupid motorcycle stunts or Russian roulette kinds of foolishness. But he shifted his priorities from what was easy and pushed into what was really good – hard but good. Falling in love with him wasn’t hard but waiting for that man sure was. It took five eternal years for him to come up for air from the mission field and realize he did want to be married after all. Good thing too, because I was about to become an old maid if he didn’t. But his love for God and His word pushes on, often cutting through deep waters that may seem murky or muddled to me. He pushes for unpacking it all. And that quest for walking with God, no matter where He calls, has led us on a truly unique and powerful journey. His willingness to take risks has allowed us to experience the vastness of God’s provision, of His unexpected abundance, and of His sustenance through seasons of trial. There is so much I am just beginning to understand. Things I’m hungering to unpack. But this I know. The vast needs that spread wide before us? They are already in His hands. The staggering reality that pierces our soul? God sees it, too. The questions our teens will ask? God has already prepared. The friends and influences our children need? He already knows. Hagar went into the desert with her precious son and expected to meet death. Instead, she came face to face with an angel of hope and summarized the scene by saying, “You are the God who sees me” (Genesis 16:13 NIV). No matter how vast the world, no matter how small we feel, we are seen by El-roi, the God who sees us (Genesis 16:13 NRSV). Sitting in the face of these gasping moments calmes me, makes me still and quiet – which is a good thing. Words come so easily, and it’s easy to miss the better things when we are too busy making noise. Sometimes I see straight through a matter with crystal clear vision. Sometimes I’m certain I’m right. But then, sometimes I’m just wrong. It’s humbling, but fact. Sometimes God reveals something to us to hold in silence, like Mary, close and treasured in our hearts (Luke 2:19). God does it so we invite Him to work it like only He can while we pray over it. Sometimes it is time to speak, sometimes it is more important pause, to lean in, to hold a finger to our own lips and look up. To lean in and listen. In that quietness and in
Three Cows
What in the world do three cows have to do with grace? It was a year I will never forget! 1988 would see my family move back to the States after spending eight of the most rewarding years of our lives in the mission field of Thailand. Our departure was more sudden than we had anticipated, as there were problems in our home congregation and the money just was not there. Paula and I prayed for wisdom, and the answer came loud and clear. Yet, we had made so many friends; and it was difficult to pack up eight years into shipping crates and footlockers, get on a train which would take us to an airplane, and just leave! But we did! However, before we left, we spent several weeks traveling all over the country saying good bye to those we loved so much. It was a difficult assignment, but God provided the grace we all needed. I remember one particular good bye that will stay with me forever, or I hope it does. His name was Paw Phim. Paw in the Thai language is a term of respect and endearment for older men. It is equivalent to our “Father.” Paw Phim had become like a second father to me, for it was in his village that I preached my first sermon in Thai. On that particular day, I knew no one understood, but Paw Phim took my hand after the sermon and told me it was one of the finest sermons he had ever heard. Years later I would ask Paw Phim if he really understood what I said, and he told me, “Of course not, but what your face and heart said on that day spoke much louder than what came out of your mouth. I knew then that you loved the Thai people, and it was then I became to love you like a son.” WOW! Aren’t I a lucky man? Paw Phim was the last stop on my circuit of “good byes.” It was the most difficult. I didn’t usually bring food when I went to visit him because it offended him. But I was tired of seeing him get up at 4:00 in the morning and walk over a mile on those swollen, beaten up knees, to go to a small pond to seine a few little fish for me to have in my soup and rice for breakfast. I was tired of seeing his family do without so I could have a little meat with my rice and vegetables at the evening meal. For my last visit, I brought two chickens and a bag full of vegetables and fruit. He didn’t like it one bit and accepted it begrudgingly. However, I was not to outdo Paw Phim! At our last meal, we had roasted beef along with a host of other delicacies. It was unbelievable! We never had beef – there just wasn’t any to be had – water buffalo, yes, but not real beef from a cow! Yet there it was. I asked him where he got it and he told me not to worry about it. I was to eat it and enjoy it for this was the least he could do for me before we had to say our good byes. I kept digging, because I wanted to know what he had just done for me. It was then that my heart began to break, for I found out that Paw Phim had slaughtered his only cow, which gave milk to his grandkids, so I could have beef at our last meal. I gently rebuked him and offered to give him money to buy another cow. It was then that these words poured out of his weather-beaten face, “Joe, I didn’t give my cow to you, I gave it to God. Do you think I would do that for you?” Again, WOW! How does God make people like this? I don’t know, but everyone should have a Paw Phim in his or her life! This story came to its powerful conclusion three years later. I went back to visit my second home in Thailand. Of course I went to see Paw Phim. His health was bad, but his mind and heart were the same. He asked me if I remembered that cow he had slaughtered, and I said that I had. He then took my hand and led me to the back of his house. Standing there were three beautiful cows! I asked Paw Phim where he got them, and his answer? “Where do you think I got them, Joe? God delivered them to me three weeks after you left!” No, I didn’t buy those cows, but someone did! How God provided those three cows I’ll never know, but I don’t need to know! The point of this story is not about the cows, but about the faith and trust of a Thai Christian named Paw Phim who lives on the other side of the world, yet still teaches us that faith and trust will always win the day! Thank you Paw Phim! I’ll see you soon. Now I want to tell you, dear brothers and sisters, what God in his kindness has done for the churches in Macedonia. Though they have been going through much trouble and hard times, their wonderful joy and deep poverty have overflowed in rich generosity. For I can testify that they gave not only what they could afford but far more. And they did it of their own free will. They begged us again and again for the gracious privilege of sharing … (2 Corinthians 8:1-4) About the author: Joe Bagby has been preaching for thirty years. He and his wife Paula were missionaries to Thailand in the 80’s for eight years where they adopted twin girls, Hope and Joy. Joe receive his masters degree in Congregational Ministry from Abilene Christian University with a BS in Education from University of North Texas. He is
Prayer: Warrior or Weakling?
Does prayer feel like sand getting kicked in your face? When I was a kid most summers we’d go for a week or two to visit my grandparents in Pocahontas, Arkansas. My brother and I would go into town with my grandfather who worked at a store near the town square. There wasn’t much to do, so we’d go to Joe Pete’s Five and Dime Store and buy comic books. Before the vacation was over we’d have bought and read everything they had. There was an ad in every one of the comics that caught my attention. Charles Atlas told the story of Mac, the “97-pound weakling.” He’s at the beach and a bully kicks sand in his face. Mac is humiliated. But Mac has read his comics too and knows about Charles Atlas’ body-building course. He orders it, follows it, and becomes a hulking giant that returns to the beach and takes down the bully. He gets the girl and the title “Hero of the Beach.” I’m sure some who know me are thinking, “O.K. So the point is Rick ordered the course and, sure enough, it works.” That’s not the point. A lot of guys felt like Mac when it came to their physique. I’m wondering if anyone has felt like a 97-pound prayer weakling? I have a confession to make. I have been a 97-pound prayer weakling. I didn’t always know I was until I started learning to pray. During college I spent one summer in Miami, Florida, to intern with a church learning how to minister in the larger cities of America. One of the first things we did every morning was pray for an hour. Each of us had a room in the church building in Little Havana. Did I mention the rooms were upstairs? With no air-conditioning? We felt like we were in humid Havana. Most mornings I tried to pray, but I’d get warm and it was muggy and I’d fall asleep. Then, when we’d all get back together, I’d find that I wasn’t the only one. We all struggled to stay awake. We struggled to stay focused. Our minds wandered. That probably hasn’t ever happened to you, has it? I remember thinking, “I’m not a very good disciple. I can’t even pray one hour!” Then I read in Matthew how Jesus was praying in the Garden of Gethsemane. He asked Peter, James and John to stay with him and watch with him. While he’s praying, they’re… well, listen to what Matthew wrote: And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour?” (Matthew 26:40). The first disciples couldn’t pray for an hour either. So one time they asked Jesus, “Lord, teach us to pray.” Know what he did? He began a twelve week series on prayer. He took the word “prayer” and told them what it meant in Greek and Aramaic and what the Hebrew equivalent was. He drew charts on the ground. No! What did Jesus do? He gave them a prayer. The one we call “The Lord’s Prayer.” You may already know the words. It’s short. It’s memorable. It’s something to build on. For 97 pound weaklings, you have to start with something you can pick up. No bench pressing 300 pounds the first time into the gym. (For some of us, never!) You start with something you can build on. That’s what this prayer does. It gives you something to take and build upon. Before you know it, you’ll move from being a prayer weakling to a prayer warrior. So let’s pray it together! Our Father who is in heaven,Hallowed be Your name.Your kingdom come.Your will be done,On earth as it is in heaven.Give us this day our daily bread.And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.And do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil.For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen. About the author: Rick Brown is the preaching minister for ChristBridge Fellowship in Tomball, Texas. He loves his wife Karen and two sons. Rick is also the author of The ME Addiction.
Today’s Verse – Deuteronomy 6:6-7
These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. —Deuteronomy 6:6-7 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… We are to begin each day with God. Every breath we take should be a powerful reminder that our Father has granted us another day of life to serve him and bless others. Each heartbeat is God’s drumbeat of love, reminding us that we are blessed with another minute to offer him our best. This blessing is so easily forgotten. We best remember these truths when we teach, demonstrate, and live them with and before our families, children, and grandchildren. We should also teach, demonstrate, and live these with our spiritual friends. But, let’s not leave their learning these truths to our example alone. Let’s find teachable moments to explain our faith to them, praise our Heavenly Father with them, and to teach God’s truths to them. We should do this with them when we sit at home… walk along the road… lie down and… get up.” What’s the point of all of this? So our lives can “be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD as the waters cover the sea” (Habakkuk 2:14). My Prayer… Almighty God, Gracious Sustainer, and Undeserved Friend, thank you! Thank you for this breath I take and for the heartbeat that sustains my life. Please make me aware, as I travel and talk, rest and work, that you are there every moment, and that you are worthy of my awareness, love, and reverence. Please help me share your greatness and nearness with those whom I love. In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.
05 Mar 2026
The responsibility of the Christian is to work out his or her salvation daily with a grateful heart, being dependent on the Holy Spirit as we journey through life. We need laser focus and tonnes of faith to be able to do that. And as we do that, God will keep working in and through us for His glory. Philippians 2:12-18.
I Got God!
Who do you have in your journey through life? Special Note: Tammy has been very open about sharing her son’s journey in his battle with a brain tumor and the challenges involved with doctors, chemotherapy, radiation, and faith – see the links at the bottom of this page. She is part of The Coffee Group. Jack and I were sitting on the couch the other night. We were watching our favorite show, Deal or No Deal. This show drives me crazy. When I say “our favorite show,” I mean my kids’ favorite show. I just enjoy being a part of their excitement and listening to their advice for the contestants. My oldest son, Derek, is always pushing for the contestant to open one more suitcase. Jack and I are both saying take the money and go home. My daughter, Sophie, doesn’t give her two cents very often. Jack was playing his Game Boy at the same time we were watching the TV. He was sitting right next to me. The commercial for H & R Block came on the television. You’ve probably seen them. The punch line is, “I got people.” You hear it a half a dozen times during the commercial. At the end of the commercial, Jack, with his nose in his Game Boy, says, “I got mama.” Tears, tears and more tears streamed down my face. I said, “Yes, you do Jack.” My meager human heart was swollen with emotion with those three words: “I got mama.” I love Jack so much. Even now, to write those words makes me cry. What must God feel when things are hard for us and we say in no uncertain terms, with no waiver in our voice, “I got God.” There was no waiver in Jack’s voice when he said, “I got mama.” Jack knows I can not fix his brain tumor, but I am by his side ALL the way … and God is at our side ALL the way. I don’t know God’s plans for Jack. I pray for healing, but I don’t know if that is in God’s big scheme of things. However, no matter which case gets opened, there is peace and confidence in knowing, “I GOT GOD!” God has said,“I will never fail you. I will never forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5 NLT). About the author: Tammy Marcelain is part of The Coffee Group. For many years Tammy walked away from the Lord and through His love and grace she has come home to His loving hands. Tammy’s son jack was diagnosed with a brain tumor in April of 2005. Her life shows how to hold onto the Lord and live through His grace in hard times.