
"Let each man give according as he has determined in his heart, not grudgingly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver."
That's me. Over 360 pounds on the left. 150 pounds on the right. No surgery. No program to sell you. Just diet, exercise, and the kind of slow daily discipline most people quit before it works. I'm telling you that for one reason: when you reach out to me — for prayer, for a conversation, for something that feels too heavy to carry — you know you are talking to a man who has been on the floor before. Not someone preaching down at you from a stage. I am human. I have struggled. I have rebuilt. The door is open.
I have not stayed perfect since that picture. I am up about 25 pounds from the peak. Most of it traces to a motorcycle wreck that put me in the hospital and took the heavy workouts off the table. I am rebuilding — slower this time, and on God's timeline instead of mine. The wreck also taught me something I am still living with: I was told I would be in the hospital at least three weeks. I was up, walking, and discharged in three days. I do not credit that to my body. I credit that to God and to the prayers of people who lifted me when I could not lift myself. That is the prayer line you are seeing on this page. It exists because I have been on the receiving end of one.
What I learned in those years between 360 and 150 is that discipline is not a one-time decision. It is a thousand small ones, every day, mostly when nobody is watching. That is the same engine that gets a man into a prison cell block on a Tuesday morning when he could be doing literally anything else. It is the same engine that pulls the food trailer to the same lot on the same Wednesday for years on end. It is the same engine that picks up the phone for a 2 a.m. prayer call. The body taught me what the calling later required.
Those three days in the hospital changed how I pray. Before the wreck, prayer was something I did. After the wreck, prayer is something I live inside of. Around the clock. With my eyes open in traffic. With my mouth shut in a checkout line. While I am driving Red between facilities. While I am sitting across from a man inside a fence who hasn't heard his own name spoken with kindness in years. The line between "praying" and "living" got erased. That is what I want for you. Not a religious habit you have to remember to do. A current you live inside of, the same way the air you are breathing right now is around you whether you think about it or not. If that sounds like something you have been hungry for, you are in the right place.




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Whether you need prayer, have a question about the ministry, want to volunteer, or want to support the work in a way that isn't a dollar — this is the door. Use the form below, call the line, or email directly. Every message reaches a real human. Most of them reach me directly.
You do not need a crisis to reach out. You do not need the right words. You do not need to belong to a church or know what to call what you are feeling. Some of the people who have used this door were not even sure why they were typing. They typed anyway. That counts. The first message is always the hardest. After that, it is just a conversation.
When you hit send, the message comes straight to me. No assistant. No funnel. No automation rewriting your words. I read it. I think about it. I pray over it. Then I write back — usually within 24 to 48 hours, sooner if the message tells me you need sooner. The prayer line at (833) 994-2437 is on around the clock if it cannot wait.
People reach out for a thousand different reasons. A prayer they cannot put into words. A loved one who is locked up and they do not know how to feel about it. A question about whether God still hears them after the things they have done. A volunteer opportunity. A speaking request. A widow looking for someone to pray over a grave. A kid asking what salvation actually means. None of those are too small. None of them are too big. None of them are wrong. Whatever you are carrying — bring it.
If you feel called to the work itself — prison visits, street outreach with Ice Angels, prayer team, or quietly holding the line in intercession from wherever you are — use the form above with subject "Volunteer / Get Involved." We will talk. The work has room for more hands than I have, and the people we serve deserve a wider net than one man and one truck. There is also a Bridge Prison Ministry pipeline and an Oklahoma Jail & Prison Ministry pathway I can point you to if you want to get credentialed and walk into the facilities yourself. You do not have to start by knocking on a prison door.