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Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

Becoming the Cowboy Photographer was often a humiliating process.

A high school dropout from Los Angeles, I struggled to find my place in the world or integrate into something resembling a normal life. I was an unemployed filmmaker in Hollywood, chewed up and spit out by the creative industry. Demoralized and desperate for a fresh start, I began living in my car, traveling across the country photographing cowboys. Inspired by the outlaw country music I was raised on — artists like Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash — I felt a calling to photograph a world entirely different from my own: the American West.

Family and friends rarely held back their jokes or concerns. And I don’t blame them. Why would they? Any reasonable person would’ve suggested a safer path. I couldn’t be reasoned with. At the end of my rope, I bet everything on myself — buying groceries on credit cards, burning the candle at both ends, working myself to the bone.

Creating art was the only thing that could quiet my mind. Completely devoted to the craft, I’d spend countless hours in some rural McDonald’s mooching free McWi-Fi just to post my images and stories to an audience of none. I had an unwavering conviction to chase what most would call a fool’s dream – being a Western photographer.

As I photographed these cowboys, something in me was changed. My stone heart began to soften, and a spiritless life gained new meaning. God had broken me down to build me up into something new. Though I resisted it at first, folks began calling me the Cowboy Photographer.

The click of that shutter became my redemption song. Each frame, a prayer. Through the art, I healed. In the light I captured, I found God. My camera isn’t just a tool — it’s a testimony. Every frame is proof that Jesus Christ can turn a broken life into a story worth telling. ✝️❤️‍🔥

#thecowboyphotographer

How I Healed Through Cowboy Photography | Seth Stern | Capture One Stories

From Pain to Purpose, Seth Stern shares how documenting cowboys helped him find empathy, faith, and a voice through photography.   
 
Watch the full video here and on YouTube.

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

This is the Historic Boley Rodeo. The longest standing Black Rodeo in American history. Photographed by @sethmichaelstern in Boley, Oklahoma, 2025.

“What feels like the middle of nowhere to some is the center of the universe to others. And it’s their stories that draw me in—rooted in red dirt, dignified in quiet defiance. It’s you who inspires me. In a world that, at times, demands you to be invisible, you shine bright and make them squint.” - Seth Michael Stern

A new Celebration of the Hand exhibition has arrived in downtown Salt Lake City! 🌵🐴

“The Soul of the West” features 14 powerful photographs by “The Cowboy Photographer” @sethmichaelstern capturing the culture, resilience and spirit of cowboys across the American West.

View the free outdoor exhibition anytime throughout May along Broadway between 200 East and 200 West.

Want to dive deeper into the work? Join us for a free virtual Lunch & Learn with the artist on May 15 at 1 p.m. Link in bio for details.

A new Celebration of the Hand exhibition has arrived in downtown Salt Lake City! 🌵🐴

“The Soul of the West” features 14 powerful photographs by “The Cowboy Photographer” @sethmichaelstern capturing the culture, resilience and spirit of cowboys across the American West.

View the free outdoor exhibition anytime throughout May along Broadway between 200 East and 200 West.

Want to dive deeper into the work? Join us for a free virtual Lunch & Learn with the artist on May 15 at 1 p.m. Link in bio for details.

A new Celebration of the Hand exhibition has arrived in downtown Salt Lake City! 🌵🐴

“The Soul of the West” features 14 powerful photographs by “The Cowboy Photographer” @sethmichaelstern capturing the culture, resilience and spirit of cowboys across the American West.

View the free outdoor exhibition anytime throughout May along Broadway between 200 East and 200 West.

Want to dive deeper into the work? Join us for a free virtual Lunch & Learn with the artist on May 15 at 1 p.m. Link in bio for details.

A new Celebration of the Hand exhibition has arrived in downtown Salt Lake City! 🌵🐴

“The Soul of the West” features 14 powerful photographs by “The Cowboy Photographer” @sethmichaelstern capturing the culture, resilience and spirit of cowboys across the American West.

View the free outdoor exhibition anytime throughout May along Broadway between 200 East and 200 West.

Want to dive deeper into the work? Join us for a free virtual Lunch & Learn with the artist on May 15 at 1 p.m. Link in bio for details.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26

Baptism is a public declaration of faith. It is a symbolic moment to declare a choice one makes to follow Christ. It is also a moment the church gets to celebrate the adoption of someone into the family of God. And thus, they also agree they as the church will care for this person as their own now and forever.

10 months of following Christ, I never felt compelled to get baptized. Because I know that I am saved by grace alone received thru faith. I received salvation and was forgiven the day I said yes to Jesus in July 2025. Baptism is not required for salvation.

That being said, God says “whoever loves me keeps my commands.” And even though in those early days some things challenged my preferences, preconceived notions, and understandings, I knew I loved God, even if that love might at first have been faint.

To know someone is to love them. And it was thru the process of coming to know more of His character as described in the Bible that my love increased. And thus, this longing in my heart to do what He has asked, not because He requires me to do it, but out of a deep appreciation for Him, that I decided to participate in a water baptism. Obedience.

And I’ll testify, God’s word is good. When He promises to give us a new heart, He keeps His promise. I can hardly recognize the man I see in the mirror today. It is not by my own strength that I saw a transformation. It’s a testament to His redeeming and transformative power.

Thanks for spending time reading this. This is easily one of the most joyful days of my life. And it’s an honor to share it with the world.

With joy, I share with you one of the greatest days of my life.

The Mark 2:4 Men’s Group is a Bible Study focused on living with bold faith and bearing each other’s burdens.

This is a non believer and believer Bible study.

In session one, we opened with prayer. I testified. Then we read Mark 2:1-12. We created space for discussion about what it means to bear our brother’s burden. We created space for confession and prayer (as instructed by James 5:16).

And in closing all men were challenged to call two men every single day. And if they don’t pick up it doesn’t count. You keep calling people until someone picks up.

We meet Saturdays at noon. Come and see.

The Mark 2:4 Mens Group.

“And when they could not get near him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above him, and when they had made an opening, they let down the bed on which the paralytic lay.”
‭‭Mark‬ ‭2‬:‭4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

If you are man in SLC send me a dm to get plugged in to my bible study. Saturday at Noon.

Today is the first day I’m wearing this shirt. Praying someone taps my shoulder so I could pray for them. James 5:16

Thank you for 275K followers

I do want to thank you guys. And I want to tell you no amount of followers would ever be enough to make me feel complete.

Because of my history of poverty, I wanted to escape suffering thru success. I saw success as a way I could save myself. And the world tells you recognition equals success. So I strived.

I resented rest and worshipped productivity. I boasted pridefully on my accomplishments. But I was suffering and I was headed to the grave. I couldn’t save myself. No matter how hard I worked, it would never give me what I needed. And my striving led me to a deep pit of despair again and again.

Then I met Jesus.

And I’ll be honest, I really thought when I came out as a Christian it was going to be the end of my career.

Which I hope adds some credibility to my testimony, because I was willing to lose everything I’ve worked for to proclaim what Jesus Christ did for me.

Here it is: I had a profound encounter with Christ. And thru His power, and not my own, I experienced an inner transformation of the heart. And now, all those selfish ambitions that ruled over me have no meaning. Things I once based my life around just lost appeal and fell away. I recoil from the temptation for pride, vanity, and selfishness ambition like a hot flame. And the futility of striving became painfully clear.

By Grace alone, the deep and boundless peace of Christ became a reality. The joyful freedom of contentment, service, and self forgetting became the obvious path forward — The Way. And out of joy and gratitude, I hope to share my testimony so that even just one person out there and would try Jesus.

Jesus pursued me and He is pursuing you.

Try Jesus.

Thank you for 275K followers

I do want to thank you guys. And I want to tell you no amount of followers would ever be enough to make me feel complete.

Because of my history of poverty, I wanted to escape suffering thru success. I saw success as a way I could save myself. And the world tells you recognition equals success. So I strived.

I resented rest and worshipped productivity. I boasted pridefully on my accomplishments. But I was suffering and I was headed to the grave. I couldn’t save myself. No matter how hard I worked, it would never give me what I needed. And my striving led me to a deep pit of despair again and again.

Then I met Jesus.

And I’ll be honest, I really thought when I came out as a Christian it was going to be the end of my career.

Which I hope adds some credibility to my testimony, because I was willing to lose everything I’ve worked for to proclaim what Jesus Christ did for me.

Here it is: I had a profound encounter with Christ. And thru His power, and not my own, I experienced an inner transformation of the heart. And now, all those selfish ambitions that ruled over me have no meaning. Things I once based my life around just lost appeal and fell away. I recoil from the temptation for pride, vanity, and selfishness ambition like a hot flame. And the futility of striving became painfully clear.

By Grace alone, the deep and boundless peace of Christ became a reality. The joyful freedom of contentment, service, and self forgetting became the obvious path forward — The Way. And out of joy and gratitude, I hope to share my testimony so that even just one person out there and would try Jesus.

Jesus pursued me and He is pursuing you.

Try Jesus.

an honor and a privilege to walk life out with these men of God.