Dannie was the pastor of the church that God used to brand Gospel onto my heart. I respected him from a distance as I attended the church but didn’t really get to know him until the unfortunate circumstances mentioned in the previous post.

Bro. Dannie (as I affectionately refer to him) visited me a few days after James’ collapse and told me that God was good even when Gods people were or not. Bro. Dannie began to take a much more proactive approach to our friendship and my discipleship. My last few years of High School we met weekly for pre-dawn, prayer and encouragement. During those meetings he successfully passed his love for the church and the gospel to me like a piping hot basket of chicken wings.

More than a decade later he is still my most trusted advisor and zealous supporter. Brother Dannie (and his wife Gwen) have taught me the profound difference that can be made in one’s life through simple and consistent encouragement.