Category: Real McCoys
I AM A REAL MCCOY. Being a Real McCoy is more than going to a big city, enjoying the cold weather, and seeing the leaves change color. Even though that is an amazing perk, being a Real McCoy is more than just a getaway or label.
During a camp service in Kerrville, Texas, my friend Isabella Reynolds was speaking about Sheaves for Christ (SFC) and how she became a Real McCoy. Her testimony inspired me to do the same for the kingdom of God—to raise money for Sheaves for Christ and reach those I don’t have the ability to reach. It was a challenging task for me but not impossible. I got started as soon as I returned home and asked my pastor about his thoughts of my passion to give to SFC. I wasn’t sure if I would be able … Read More »
As human beings, we can be passionate about a lot of things: sports, music, food, or even passionate about other humans. But if you are passionate about something, you are consumed by it. You put everything you have into it—your heart, mind, body, and soul. You think about it non-stop and constantly share your passion with other people.
Passion is great because it cannot be faked and cannot be forced. When you look into the eyes of someone doing what they are passionate about, you cannot deny what you see. The dictionary defines passion as “any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, such as love or hate” (dictionary.com). This definition made me think, “What am I passionate about? What am I consumed by?” Because being consumed by something is more than a hobby. It is something you cannot live … Read More »
The Real McCoy Class of 2012 includes 32 students who raised $82,000 for Sheaves for Christ! We honor these amazing students! For more information about the Real McCoy contest, please visit www.sheavesforchrist.com
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The District of Hawaii is in a season of revival! The most joyful are those who have chosen to be a part of the reaping. Recently Pastor McGriffin said, “Everyone ought to know Jesus!” I cheered along with the congregation, but I remember a time when I did not always think that way.
I came to the Lord at the age of fifteen—piercings, tattered clothes, mental and emotional scars, and a lifetime of hurt. As a youth I was starving to know why life seemed so dark. A teacher once called me a punk in high school. I embraced it and it became me. To my dad, it seemed I could never be good enough, and I embraced that I was not good enough. Growing up, I never really had any true friends, so I felt like I deserved that. … Read More »