About the Author
Kory Capps
I have a story to tell, but it’s not about me. It’s about a God who sweats, weeps and bleeds. It’s a story of a fiercely compassionate God who meets us in our pain and rescues from ourselves. It’s a story of a messy world, a bloody cross and an empty tomb.
My wife (Elizabeth) and I have journeyed together in chaplaincy ministry for the past 23 years. My work has taken me behind bars in prisons, on the stand in court-rooms, by the bedside of the sick, in the homes of abuse victims, at the grave-side with the grieving and on the front-lines with uniformed military men and women.
These contexts and my life experiences have shown me one thing: we desperately need a God who enters the fray. I do. As Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, “only a suffering God can help.” He is right, into our mess we need him to come. Or as Martin Luther put it, Christ is “with us in the muck and in the work that makes his skin steam.” A God unafraid of my sin, pain, and brokenness, a God who will meet me where I am – now, that’s truly good news.
The humble God who comes low and suffers for us and with us is my anchor. It’s the only hope that can break into the pain of this world and the essential fuel we need to put one foot in front of the other on this rugged journey. It’s this hope, this person, Jesus Christ I hope you will encounter through this site.
About the Author
Bill Mesaeh
I don’t know who said it first, but they were talking about me: I’m just a nobody trying to tell everybody about Somebody who can save anybody. It’s cute, but it also happens to be true. At the end of day, my only redeeming factor is that I actually believe in a man named Jesus who died so I wouldn’t have to. Who lived so I could too.
I’ve served as a soldier in the Army, a hospice chaplain to the terminally ill, a pastor in the local church, and a chaplain in the Air Force. Through it all I’ve learned that people really aren’t that different. In every walk of life, we wrestle with the same questions: Who am I? Why am I here, and what am I worth? Where am I going next, and does any of this matter in the meantime?
Sorting all of that out—finding answers that make sense—doesn’t necessarily make life easier. Often, being realistic about the messiness of life seems to create more problems than it solves. But, most of the people I know aren’t looking for a life that’s easy. They want one that matters. That’s what I want too.
I’m not pursuing perfection, but I do think life is possible. It is possible to make it every day. It is possible to have a few relationships that endure. And, it is possible to leave behind something my kids will be proud to talk about one day. In short, I have hope. I pray through this site we can share that hope with you.