Thirty years behind a tattoo machine. Romania. Uganda. Burkina Faso. Juarez. Russia, Columbia, and everywhere in between. An ACBC counseling degree almost complete. A life that should have gone a completely different direction.
And somewhere in all of that -- God wrecked me. Completely. Took everything I thought I was and replaced it with something I never expected.
I built Pure Grit Faith because I kept seeing believers wearing their faith like a costume instead of a conviction. Soft slogans on pastel shirts for a Gospel that turned the world upside down.
That is not the Jesus I met.
The Jesus I met cost me everything. And I would not trade a single scar for any of it.
This community is for the man or woman who knows exactly what I mean.
So let me ask you this -- and I want real answers, not Sunday morning answers:
What is the one thing God has refused to let you run from?
Drop it below. No judgment. No fluff. Just truth.
-- Brian