Hi, my name is Brad. I just want to say how much this radio station blesses me. When I’m struggling with depression, the uplifting music you play lifts my spirit and even encourages me to read my Bible. It’s just an all-around blessing in my life. Thank you for everything you do. May God continue to bless this ministry, and may more people support it—just like I do. Take care, and God bless.

There's so few Christian stations out there. I actually work in Toronto, but I'm building a home in my home community, Walpole Island First Nation, and there are no Christian stations in Toronto. so it's like, you know what? We gotta keep these ones on the air because they are so healing. The music is so healing and uplifting and just whatever mood you’re in that day you're going to hear a song that's going to speak to your heart.

I was born into a hard home. My mother drank and left husbands for the next boyfriend she met in a bar. We moved constantly. These new men would beat her, and she kept chasing the next one who might love her—all while dragging me along as a young girl. When I was four, a neighbour invited us to an Easter Sunday service. That day at church, I was given a chocolate Easter egg and a colouring picture of Jesus’ face. I kept that picture, and when I’d hide in the closet to escape the violence, I would talk to it—not realizing I was actually praying. God stayed with me throughout a harsh life with an atheist mother. She was angry that God never loved her and wouldn’t allow anything Christian in our home. But I would quietly sneak out of bed and turn on the TV to watch Billy Graham’s messages of hope and love. Even at a young age, I was drawn into God's love. At 14, I started going to church on my own and was baptized. I've spent my life seeking God, raising my children to love the Lord, and building a happy home with a wonderful husband. My mother is now 83—a hardened atheist filled with hate. She’s had the chance to accept Christ, but has openly said she’s fine going to hell. Still, I believe the prayers of my grandmothers, who were both Christians, helped lead me to salvation. My father once encountered Jesus in a white light—others saw the light around him too—but he still struggles, searching for faith and not finding God. I’m thankful every day that Christ came to me so young. He saved me, guided me, and held me through a hard life. Mercy upon mercy.