Without radio it doesn't get there. So this an important thing for us to get behind. Hey this is Chris from Rend Collective. I just want to talk to you about the importance of Christian Radio. You know, we hear stories all the time about how the Holy Spirit is meeting people in their cars, in their houses while they're dancing in the kitchen and it's all thanks to radio. Without radio it doesn't get there. Our songs just won't get out there. We believe that our songs are filled with the word of God, most of the choruses are just taken directly out of scripture. So this an important thing for us to get behind, while they're doing this fundraising drive I just absolutely encourage you to lean into what UCB is doing.

My wife is sick. In 2014, she went through two brain surgeries a year chemo and she died brain cancer in May of 21. I've been listening just to get me through all this. I just somehow flipped to it on the radio and it just gets me through my day.

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.