A story of real community in a time of need.
We’ve been going to Church Project for a year and a half. Shortly after we started going to House Church, right before we started hosting, we had started praying for my brother. My brother’s name is Clint. He worked in the oilfield, and he had developed a drug addiction. September 8th of 2016, we got a call that we didn't want to get. At 5 o’clock in the morning, I got a call from my dad that he had found a note that resembled a suicide note. It was to my nephew who is 3 years old.
There was part of me that wanted to think that maybe we got to him in time, but we didn’t. I think that was the hardest thing to hear. I never wanted to hear that.
We reached out to our House Church, and we said, “Hey guys. We can’t host this Sunday. We need prayer; we need prayer now.” They pulled together like I never expected anyone would. They know us, they meet with us every week, we’re in community together, and we help each other with different things, but the beauty of what happened with that was… it’s hard to describe.
The outpour of love and everything – they took care of things we needed taken care of without question, without any kind of grumbling, they just did. And once they did, they asked if they could they do more. I don’t know who does that. The love there to take the time out of your day to help someone in the situation that we were in was just… it was just a beautiful thing.
When we were looking for a church, we wanted real and it doesn’t get any more real than what we experienced with that. I just think that’s got to be what God looks like; that amount of love has to be what God looks like.