Stories

Written by Susie Close Orange jumpsuits, ankle shackles, thick glass, talking over telephones: those were the images I had of what it would look like to do prison ministry. I couldn’t get past those images. It sounded scary and challenging. I didn’t think I’d know how to...

In his early twenties Matt Greff knew there was a God, but couldn’t wrap his head around all the “hocus-pocus stories” in the Bible. Two years into his marriage with Angela, they felt a nudge to attend church regularly....

God moved deeply in the hearts of so many Northshore students this summer. From attending summer camps to volunteering at major events, they found that together they are much more than a community—they are a family loved by Jesus....

How do you leave people and a place you love? How do you uproot your children? More importantly, why would you consider doing such a thing? Recently, we have wrestled with these questions. Northshore has truly been a home for my family for the past 11 years. Our...

By the time I was fifteen years old, I had already experienced many of the things that parents warn their children against. First there was alcohol, then marijuana, and eventually the most dangerous drugs. As the consequences of this kind of lifestyle became more evident,...

I was born in Iran in 1979, at the beginning of the Iranian Islamic Revolution. It was a tumultuous time in my country. After the war with Iraq began a few years later, my parents decided it was time for them to leave so they...

My sister was mentally ill, but while I was growing up my parents believed she was just immature or strong-willed. Our entire family walked on eggshells in the hopes that we could avoid one of her violent outbursts or temper tantrums. We just wanted to...

I often find myself in unusual places, distant places, and remote areas. It’s in those places where I create lifelong relationships with local pastors so our congregation will be present in the lives of people around the world...

I used to be a nurse. A really good nurse. I cared for kidney-failure patients who came to me for dialysis multiple times a week. But when I saw the same patients each workday, I only cared about their immediate physical needs. I never saw...

Last summer my husband was working a lot, Bible study had ended, the kids were home, and I was feeling lonely. One night I was ho-humming to my husband. He looked up from his laptop and said, “Why don’t you just tell your friends you’re...