About Us

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I’ve been asked a few times how this project came to be. Honestly, I felt like it was the biggest, most obvious calling I could have had from the Lord.

I wasn’t happy with the church I was going to. There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with it — it just never felt like the sermons were for me. It felt more like a placeholder for keeping a Sabbath day than a place where I was growing, and plenty of times, I wouldn't even go because I never felt like I belonged there.

A few months ago (August, 2025) I was doom-scrolling before bed, like people do, and I kept seeing videos about the rapture supposedly happening on September 23rd. I don’t put much stock in date-setting, but after watching one video, Facebook kept showing me more until I changed the subject and thought that was the end of that. A couple weeks later, while I was picking up groceries, another rapture video popped up. This one was different: the man talked about how the number 923 kept showing up in his old photos—on a bus, on a sign, in backgrounds he’d never noticed before. He was a believer who became more serious after looking into the number and connecting it with the most recent predictions; since then he’s been studying the Word and sharing what he’s learned.

Right after I watched that video, my groceries arrived and they asked for my confirmation number. It was 9238. I got goosebumps and went straight home to read my Bible. I didn’t know where to start, so I closed my eyes, opened a random page, and pointed to a verse. It was in Isaiah — something about setting a watchman for the coming king of righteousness. I read it as: be on the lookout for the King.

The next night a video from the same man popped up in my feed. Just a regular bible study kind of video. He closed by saying, “I am the watchman. I am keeping an eye out for you.” That line stuck me. So I watched another of his videos. where he shared a list of books of the Bible to read if you wanted to begin or rekindle a relationship with Jesus — I took note.

From that point, I felt the powerful urge to find a new church. I wasn’t growing where I was, and I asked around. My brother said he was really happy where he was going, so I decided to check it out. The Saturday before I started the suggested reading from the "watchman's" list, so I could feel more connected. Sunday morning, the sermon was on the exact passage I’d read the night before. I realized God meant for me to be there, and I thought that was it. I made it. God put me in a church where I could connect with he congregation and grow with Him.

God didn't stop there. Two sermons in that felt like they were for me, and then the third sermon came. It was on a passage from Jeremiah — where the prophet is lifted from a pit with the help of rags found under the king’s treasury. Even before the pastor began talking about a rope of people, and even using the phrase "Rope of Hope" to describe the connection of all Christians through the Holy Spirit, it was already in my mind, and the sermon confirmed it. I have never experienced someone else speaking the words that were in my own mind before. 

I'm not sure that God could have shown me in any other way. He not only delivered me to a place where I can grow, but to this project, that I pray will help many realize how important they are not just to the Lord, but also others they may not even know.