Jesus-Rags

10/21/2026

LIFE UPDATE 🙏🔥 STILL HEALING, STILL LEARNING, STILL SEEKING JESUS

It’s been a little while, so I wanted to share an update on life lately. My family and I have been through a lot, and there have been some good moments, some hard moments, and some things I’m still trying to figure out.

HEALTH ❤️‍🩹

My health is slowly getting better! I’m still struggling with seizures and muscle spasms, but thankfully, they aren’t happening as often. It’s been a long road, and I’m grateful for the progress, even when it feels slow. One day at a time!

FAITH 🙏🔥

Something happened today that reminded me how God can use even the smallest things.

I posted some free mattresses on Facebook Marketplace, and other people had offered me $30 to screw the guy over who was coming to pick them up.

But I believe in the Golden Rule: treat others the way you want to be treated. I told him that and shared Luke 6:31:

“And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.” — Luke 6:31 (KJV)

He told me that was really cool. He had just started reading his Bible, and we ended up talking about Jesus!

Sometimes we think sharing the Gospel means we have to stand in front of a crowd or preach a sermon. But most of the time, it’s as simple as doing the right thing when nobody expects you to and being willing to talk about Jesus when the opportunity comes.

We never know what someone else is going through or where they are in their walk with God. Sometimes all it takes is living out what we believe and letting God handle the rest. ❤️

FAMILY ❤️

Brendi and the kids are doing great! We had a fun fall break, and the kids had an awesome time camping together. Those are the moments I want to hold on to.

Life gets hard, but I’m grateful for my wife, our kids, and the memories we’re making together. Family is a blessing, and I don’t ever want to take those moments for granted.

GRIEF, RECOVERY, AND MY BIRTH FATHER 🖤

This is the part I’ve been struggling to put into words.

My birth father passed away last month, and he’s been on my mind a lot.

I don’t know if I’m struggling because I wish I had more time to know him, or because I feel like I understood parts of him that even he didn’t understand about himself.

He was a chameleon. He adjusted his personality to the people around him. I truly believe my sister Joanna and I were among the few people who really wanted to know who he was beneath all of that.

There’s something complicated about grieving someone while still trying to understand who they really were. I was fortunate enough to ask him the questions I had and begin making amends with him before he passed. I’m thankful I had that opportunity, even though losing him still hurts.

Then there’s the struggle with my recovery.

My dad left me his ma*****na pipe and some w**d as part of my inheritance. That pipe was one of his most treasured possessions. He had owned it since he was 14 years old, and it was something he had kept his entire life.

I didn’t use his pipe, but I did relapse.

I had six months clean following an earlier 366-day stretch of sobriety. And if you want to get technical, before that, I had three years completely clean from all substances—including caffeine and sugar—with a year between that stretch and my next period of recovery.

I’m sharing that because I want to be honest about my journey. Recovery has been a part of my life for years, and I know what it takes to fight for it. I also know what it feels like to stumble.

Part of me feels like I failed a test. Part of me wonders whether I’m being pulled toward the same generational demons I’ve seen cause so much pain.

I don’t want to carry those things forward. I don’t want to repeat the same cycles. And I don’t want my father’s struggles to become mine.

I love my dad, and I’m grieving him. But loving someone doesn’t mean I have to inherit their battles.

WHAT I’M LEARNING ❤️‍🩹

I’m learning that healing isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes we make progress, sometimes we struggle, and sometimes life brings things to the surface we weren’t expecting.

I’m learning that grief is complicated, recovery is a journey, and being honest about our struggles matters more than pretending we have everything together.

I want to break the cycles. I want to be a better husband, father, and man of God. I want my children to see a different legacy—one built on honesty, love, accountability, and Jesus.

I don’t have all the answers right now. I’m still processing, still healing, and still trying to understand what God is teaching me through all of this.

But I know I don’t want my past, my struggles, or the things passed down to me to determine my future.

AND THAT BRINGS ME TO JESUS-RAGS. 🙏🔥

This is exactly why Jesus-Rags exists.

We’re all broken in some way. We all have battles, burdens, regrets, and things we wish we could change. Some of us are fighting addiction. Some are grieving. Some are struggling with shame, fear, or wounds nobody else can see.

But we don’t have to clean ourselves up before we come to Jesus.

We bring Him the mess, the pain, the shame, the addiction, the grief, and the parts of ourselves we wish nobody could see.

JESUS ISN’T WAITING FOR US TO CLEAN UP OUR MESS. HE’S THE ONE WHO CAN WASH US CLEAN. 🙌🔥

“Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…” — Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)

That’s the heart behind Jesus-Rags. We come to Him broken, and He meets us right where we are.

I’m not sharing this because I have everything figured out. I’m sharing it because I’m still walking this road, too.

If you’re struggling right now—with grief, addiction, family wounds, shame, or anything else—please know you aren’t alone. Your setbacks don’t have to define you, your past doesn’t have to dictate your future, and the battles passed down to you don’t have to be the battles you pass on.

We can choose a different path. We can surrender. We can seek Jesus, even when we don’t have all the answers.

I’m still here. Still fighting. Still learning to surrender. And still seeking Jesus.

FAITH OVER FEAR. JESUS OVER EVERYTHING. 🙏❤️‍🔥

“The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 (KJV)

If you’ve been through something similar, I’d love to hear your story. Sometimes being honest about our struggles is exactly what someone else needs to know they aren’t fighting alone.

JESUS-RAGS — FAITH WITHOUT WALLS.

09/23/2026

I’M BACK!!! 🙏🔥

It’s been about three months since my last post, and honestly, my family and I have walked through a LOT of difficult trials and tribulations together during that time.

The day after my last post, my wife took me to the hospital after I had over 20 seizures in one day. I was admitted and spent the next week there.

I left the hospital with a diagnosis of PNES/FND, which finally started putting some pieces together that I had been struggling to understand for a long time — the seizures, muscle spasms, pins and needles in my hands and feet, migraines, double vision, and so many other symptoms.

It was an answer, but it also meant starting a whole new journey of learning what my body and mind have been trying to tell me.

Not long after I got home, my wife and I sat down with my sister and her husband. After everything we had been through, we all agreed that moving in with them would be the best thing for our family during this season.

And while we were in the middle of moving, I got a phone call from my dad.

He had just gotten his results from the hospital.

He had cancer.

I’ll never forget the way he described it. He said his soul was being evicted from his body and that he had to find a new place to go.

But he wasn’t afraid.

He was looking forward to the journey ahead of him — to finally seeing his Father, Jesus Christ.

Over the next few weeks, I tried to spend as much time with him as I could.

Three weeks later, he passed away.

That was about a month ago.

So yeah… I’ve been gone for a while.

But I haven’t forgotten why I started Jesus-Rags.

I started this because I believe Jesus meets us in the middle of the mess.

Not after we have everything figured out.

Not after we clean ourselves up.

Right in the middle of the brokenness.

I’ve been reminded over these last few months that faith doesn’t mean we won’t walk through the fire.

It means we don’t walk through it alone.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.”
— Psalm 23:4 KJV

And that’s where I’m at right now.

Still walking.
Still healing.
Still grieving.
Still learning.

But most importantly…

Still trusting Jesus.

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God.”
— Isaiah 41:10 KJV

And I think I finally understand what I want Jesus-Rags to be.

It was never really about selling clothes.

The shirts were just one way to share the message.

Jesus-Rags is about motivation.
It’s about faith over fear.
It’s about surrender.
It’s about getting back up when you fall.
It’s about finding hope when life feels hopeless.

It’s about reaching people who might never walk through the doors of a church.

It’s about reminding the lost, the broken, the addicted, the hurting, and the hopeless that Jesus hasn’t forgotten them.

I’m not here because I have everything figured out.

I’m here because I’m still walking the road too.

And if something I share can help somebody else take one more step forward, then it’s worth sharing.

So after three months away…

I’M BACK. 🙏🔥

And I’ve got a lot to share.

Thank you to everyone who prayed for me, checked on me, supported my family, or simply waited for me to come back.

We’re just getting started.

Jesus saves.
Jesus restores.
Jesus is still moving.

✝️ Jesus-Rags
Faith without walls.

06/20/2026

It’s been a while since I posted on Jesus Rags.

This week has been really rough. I’ve been dealing with seizures, pain, and exhaustion. But even in the middle of all of it, God keeps reminding me that weakness does not cancel purpose.

A question came up:
What excites you most about being a believer in Jesus Christ?

My answer is this:

Jesus met me at my worst.

I was in a loveless marriage. I was addicted to benzos, ma*****na, and pride. I was so sick, broken, and tired that I begged Jesus to take me home.

But He told me it wasn’t my time yet.

And He didn’t leave me there.

He met me in my brokenness, loved me when I felt unlovable, and showed me I was not too far gone.

That’s why Psalm 147:3 means so much to me. I even have it tattooed on my forearm around a broken heart:

“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.”
Psalm 147:3 KJV

Jesus still saves.
Jesus still heals.
Jesus still restores.
He is still the God of miracles.

06/03/2026

05/19/2026

I walked through hell for 15 years, but Jesus did not leave me there.

He brought me out with my children, my testimony, and my heart still able to love.

I do not have to prove who I am to people committed to remembering who I was.

My kids will know me by my love.

My wife will know me by my covenant.

My God already knows my name.

name.

05/14/2026

Faith over fear.
Trust over pain.

I do not have to be driven by what hurt me.
I can be led by the One who heals me.

Pain tried to make me bitter.
Fear tried to make me run.
The past tried to tell me I was done.

But Jesus told me I was not done.

I choose faith.
I choose trust.
I choose surrender.

I am not led by my wounds anymore.

I am led by my God who knows my name.

✝️

05/04/2026

It’s been a few days since I’ve posted on Jesus Rags, but the Lord has had me busy living in answered prayer.

On Friday, I married my best friend and sacred rib.

On Saturday, we made sure all of our kids were seen, loved, and poured into before taking them to their other parents early so we could get ready to leave.

Sunday was a full day of travel to Seattle, and now I’m on an Alaskan cruise with my wife on our honeymoon.

The sunset from the ship was so beautiful, and this morning’s sunrise is looking like it’s going to be just as spectacular.

My cup is full.

The Lord has been so, so good to me.

He has brought me through fire, through surrender, through loss, through healing, and into a life I once could not see for myself.

I do not take it for granted.

Jesus Rags is still here.
Still built on faith.
Still built on surrender.
Still built on recovery, obedience, and real transformation.

I’ve just been busy living in the blessings of God.

“He restoreth my soul.”
Psalm 23:3

✝️

04/27/2026

While I was in my morning meditation and prayer, the Lord gave me this scripture:

“Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.”
‭‭1 Peter 5:7 NLT‬‬

That sounds simple until life starts hitting hard.

I know what it’s like to carry too much.
To keep things in my own head.
To try to hold stress, fear, pressure, and pain like it’s my job to manage all of it.

It’s not.

God never asked me to carry what I was supposed to surrender.

Things started changing when I stopped trying to hold everything together on my own and started laying it at His feet.

Not part of it.
All of it.

That’s where peace starts.
That’s where healing starts.
That’s where surrender gets real.

If this verse hits home for you, drop your favorite Bible verse about peace, surrender, or trusting God in the comments.

✝️

04/23/2026

Last night was powerful.

I went to support my friend Rowdy at Teen Challenge, and the Holy Spirit was all over that place.

Paul and his wife led amazing worship, Rowdy brought a powerful message, and the Lord reminded me again that Jesus Rags is not just clothing.

It’s obedience.
It’s surrender.
It’s the message going where God wants it to go.

✝️

04/23/2026

Last night I went to support a close friend of God, Rowdy, at Teen Challenge, and man… the message hit hard.

You could feel the Holy Spirit all over that place.

Paul and his wife led amazing worship, and while Rowdy was preaching, I could see the spirit of fire across the altar and three giant angels standing there.

I knew God was moving.

In the middle of all that, the Lord told me to give away four shirts.

So I did.

And every one of them ended up in the hands of people doing powerful work for the Lord.

That right there reminded me again that Jesus Rags is not just clothing to me.

It’s obedience.
It’s surrender.
It’s the message going exactly where God wants it to go.

✝️