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The very first service I ever attended made me feel so many emotions and I can remember it like it was yesterday.
I walked in the door and heard the music and I’m not going to lie I was somewhat confused. It was so loud and different from any other church that I had been to. I went with one of my friends and her mom and up until the service began they kept going on and on about how amazing this church is and that they thought I would love it. Man, were they right! I remember that before the actual service began the band was playing an acoustic version of “Man in the Mirror” and the service that followed the music, blew my mind. I felt like all the things that I have ever thought to myself and couldn’t find a way to put actual words to them, was what I was hearing. I will admit that when I first started coming to this church I was unsure if I was a true believer of God. Based off my childhood and all the things I have been through growing up I often found myself asking myself “why or how would God want this life for me, why would he want me to endure all this pain and then everyone tell me that He loves me”. This is my story of how not only this church changed my life but how I came to the understanding that God did as well.
I could sit here and tell you my whole story if you wanted me to but that would just take so long so therefore I will make it short and to the point. I was born to a mother who was too young to have a child and was not ready to grow up yet and to a man who basically focused on himself and his wants and needs. Seeing as how my mother was not ready to grow up and be a parent, she passed the responsibility to my grandparents. Growing up I always lived at home with my mom but my grandparents where the ones who bought me all my clothes, shoes, school materials, extra education, they were the people who would help me with my homework and take care of me in the ways that desperately needed. My dad was never really around much and from what memories I have of my mother, neither was she. I don’t want to badmouth my mother or anything but the relationship between us is what has made me into the woman I am today. I spent my childhood being raised by my grandparents while my mother was making her mistakes. I was forced to grow up a lot faster than I should have. I was around drunks all the time which meant that the following day I was cleaning up after hung over adults and taking care of my mother. My mother never really had very good taste in men and a simple way of saying it would be to say that I was surrounded by violence on a regular basis. Her mistakes took an affect on my whole family. My mom got remarried and they would often not come home from the bars which left me responsible for getting my brother and sister ready for school with breakfast eaten and lunches packed and would walk them to school, or sometimes my mother would call home crying and apologizing and begging me not to call my grandma because she didn’t want her to be disappointed in her. I ended up failing the 8th grade and then when I started high school the Swat team broke into my home. My siblings and I were separated from our mom and dad but was able to stay with our grandparents. I suffered from depression, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I just didn’t want to do anything. I had to watch my eight-year-old siblings cry themselves to sleep while holding hands and watch as my grandparents worried sick for what our futures held as they took care of us. My mother was always drinking or getting into stuff that she shouldn’t have. I remember the last time that my parents didn’t come home from the bars and I thought to myself, RUN. I literally ran out my front door and ran down the street about 2 blocks before I just fell to the ground crying and asking God; “WHY”? I knew I had to turn around and go home because my siblings, I couldn’t leave them.
I ended up running away from home when I was a senior in high school and lived with a friend briefly before I moved in with my grandparents. My mother spent my whole life trying to control me and get me to think in the same way she does, she hurt me for years with her words and her actions and I needed to get away from her. Following my run away, my mom wouldn’t let me see my brother and sister. Eventually we talked and tried to make our relationship work, but it’s so one sided. I try and so does she but only until she get bored of it. To this very day my mother and I only talk on family member’s birthdays and when she needs something.
If it wasn’t for my grandparent’s unconditional love, I don’t know where I would be today. They have been the best parents anyone could ever ask for and I love them more than anything in this world. They are what has made me who I am. My past has made me stronger and wiser while my grandparents taught me different ways of being strong and wise, they have taught me how to love unconditionally and there is nothing I want more than to make them proud of me.
I entered this church full of sadness and hatred towards my mother and with the changes in my life I can now say that I forgive and accept my mother for the woman that she is. I have grieved the loss of the mother that I needed her to be for me, because this situation will never change. I have a mother and father: love you Gma and Gpa.
This church and just I growing up has brought me closer to God. I now look at my past and know that God paved that road for me to go down so that I could be the person I am today. This church has reminded me that not everyone is perfect and it’s ok to hurt or feel broken sometimes. This church has taught me what it really means to forgive someone or yet, myself. I can confidently say that when I look at my life, God has been my friend and my teacher. Thank you for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me that this church understands how amazing it is and everything they offer!
She recommended that I go to your military night. I have served in the Army for ten years and through my college and military experiences it has made me a believer in God but not organized religion. So I was skeptical that Monday night. I had great food, made great friends, and religion wasn't shoved down my throat. So I decided to attend Saturday nights' service. I was blown away. I love the me too statement.
I have been sexually assaulted, a battered wife, divorced, have PTSD, and through my whole life I have been a survivor because of God's guidance and Jesus' forgiveness. I have a bachelors degree in psychology and sociology so if you ever want to start a group to help veterans and anger management groups I will be happy to help with both. Because me too!
in the past to the grace of Christ, I was buried under the law!! All I could think of to do as a Muslim was fulfill the 5 requirements of being a Muslim and to try to do as many "good works" as I could to get me closer to Allah. The funny part about it -- Allah was forever silent. My prayers went unanswered and my doubts and anxiety mounted. I was beaten, bruised and crushed in my pursuit of a God that DEMANDED fear of him and duty to him in every work that I could think to do. And what did it get me in the end ...??? ... nothing but loneliness and despair for my soul and my life.
Then, in February of 2007, my future wife brought me to Flatirons Church. I was blown a way mentally as I was not prepared for the experience. But more importantly, I felt God move in me and speak to me in a way that I have never experienced in my life ever. God SPOKE to my heart. Not Allah, but the one true and living God that sent His one and only Son, the living Christ, to be my savior and die for my sins. God asked me if I was ready to come home and be in relationship with him.
Yes it took some time, but eventually, the gentle nudging of God quietly led me to the foot of the cross where I was able to give my entire being to Christ and submit in love to the real, one, true God -- the Father of all. I was baptized and I stand as an ex-Muslim for Christ.
The saying that their are two deals on the table is true. The beauty of it is that God never makes us choose. But just like the story of the prodigal son, God is waiting with outstretched arms running to us when we simply turn to him.
Thanks be to God for a place like Flatirons that takes in the broken and disenfranchised that just need to be loved by God in the broken state that they are in. Thank you for reaching down to me in my lowly state and showing me that in the midst of my despair of living under law, that Gods grace through Jesus Christ, was with me in the valley to lift me up and help me to look up and see the mountain of God. It was this grace that has me on my journey with Christ and has - LITERALLY - saved my life.
With Love and Peace,
Being a single mom, I couldn't imagine raising him in Los Angeles. When he was 2 and a half months old I went back to work and my job would take me all over the Southwest managing a portfolio of shopping centers. I was fortunate to spend a little more time in Colorado as many of the assets were located here. I knew in my heart, what a better place to raise a child and that somehow I had to get us here.
On one particular visit with my VP of Asset Management to meet with the City of Lafayette on a project, the "bi-polar" weather of Colorado made a change in its forecast forcing me to work up a new outfit from the Walmart on S. Boulder Road in Lafayette.
With a lot of prayer and networking with local brokers, I was referred to a company who was looking for a Director of Real Estate. I flew back and forth interviewing with the executives for several painful months before they made me the offer…. With a huge leap of faith I accepted.
As a new mom, I was going to leave my friends, family (support as I knew it) and a career for what I knew in my heart was, Gods country. Pretty scary but my faith was so strong.
I had a friend Karen who had moved here about a year earlier from Los Angeles. We had lost touch so to find out that I was staying at a hotel right next to her office was one more sign that my faith was pointing me in the right direction.
Karen was kind enough to drive me all around the Front Range to look at apartments that I had found on the internet. We looked at several but there was one more to look at before I headed to the airport. As time grew shorter, I just said "do a u-turn and go back to the last place." ew just felt that is where we were supposed to be. That was the end of looking any further. That's where we started our journey and introduction to Colorado. We arrived in July of 2007.
No more than two to three weeks of living there we met a wonderful couple: Isaac and Danielle. They invited us to Flatirons Community Church. They "warned" us that this was not your typical church experience but rather known as the "me too church", non-conventional type. Without hesitation, I accepted. My son now 5 and myself have considered this our home ever since. In addition, my friend Karen was a non-believer. By October she attended and has found Jesus to be her Lord and Savior. Many others have joined us on the Me Too mission including my family that moved here last year.
The full-circle moment is that now I've been saved twice by the same building where I am worshipping weekly and in the very place I bought the clothes that rescued me from the bi-polar weather of Colorado several years ago. Only God could have planned a perfect, full-circle moment. A building that saved me twice! Thank you Jesus!
Recently laid off from work, my biggest prayer is that God has a job planned here for me in Denver. My family and I cannot imagine being part of any other church family other than Flatirons. We feel so blessed!!! Thank you, thank you, and thank you.
I have been burdened to pray for the husband of one of my closest friends for years to renew his faith. Seemingly the y had the perfect life, beautiful wife, beautiful sons. But his wife is in a very bad place right now and their marriage and our community will be horribly affected by this situation. God put such a burden on me that on a business flight home i read an entire Christian book, and highlighted it and dropped it with a letter on his front door (wondering what on earth i was doing), or if he'd ever read it.
As I sat with him and my husband at service this weekend and Jim started his sermon, I wasn't sure he could make it through. But he half smiled and said 'I need to hear what to do now that the bomb has been dropped'... Jim, how can we thank you (and Scott) and the church? As we walk through this mess with them, I know God was preparing the foundation that would be critical for us all to be Godly support. I know you hear this over and over, but what you all are doing goes beyond all borders. And God-breathed to those who need to hear your exact words.
As an aside, strangely our core group, going to flatirons, we're all catholics (some have left the church, others have not...and support both). Our base with that denomination has only strengthened most of us to combine what we know is true and reach out to others like us. I wanted you to know that becasue you hear so many tragic stories about former churches....ours is thankfully not.
That was like hell on earth and continues to this day. It has been a rollercoaster ride that I have held onto God thru. Sometimes really close and tight, sometimes just by my fingernails. I am divorced and I have literally been forced out of church by the "Christians" that run them because I am a single mother and they were afraid I would cause the men of the church to stumble. (True story) Other churches just ignored us completely, which would have been ok if the message had been there and they weren't teaching the same old sermons I'd heard as a child. Now, I am all alone with my teenage daughters (Oh Lord have mercy). Im having trouble finding a job and I am trying not to get discouraged. Ok really? I am trying to breathe, everyday. Some days it's really hard! My sister, who used to be an athiest,(HOLY WOW),now attends your church (I was soooo excited) and she told me about your message. I started "Grow a Pair" and have been watching 2-3 messages a day from your website for weeks now. I really just wanted to let you know how encouraged I am to finally hear someone be REAL and teach REAL stuff about REAL life. You have blessed me and I needed to say THANK YOU!! We are currently in Indiana (funny right?) and would eventually like to come to Colorado to be near my sister and your church. I am so thankful she has you. Please, keep us in your thoughts and prayers, take care of my baby sister and keep God's good word coming!!
Saturday night I went into Walmart and passed out at the checkout line. I hit my head twice on the way down and was taken to the emergency room. I was able to call the girls in my small group that I met through Flatirons, for help. One of the girls was able to come and pick me up to take me home. I don't have family locally so if it wasn't for her, I am not sure what I would have done.
I used to be one of those people who loved getting lost in the crowds of Flatirons. Jim's and Scott's talks on community helped changed my view on it. Now, I feel so blessed to have these wonderful people in my life. They are truly an extension of my family.
So, I just wanted to say thank you for the talks done on community. It really is important!
I come from an unreligious family and have never before gone to church. However, in the last several years I have felt like something has been missing and I finally decided to start going to church to learn more about Christianity. I just wanted to tell you that I ended up at flatirons. The message of your church really resonates with me and the church as a whole has a welcoming feel to it. I especially enjoyed the cannonball series for two reasons. One, I am currently struggling to completely "jump in". I have not been brought up in a religious household so everything has been kind of a sensory overload for me. I also loved how the pastor went through the story so meticulously, for someone who is just starting to read the Bible it was real ly helpful to have someone help analyze the story. Once again I just wanted to reiterate how happy I am to have ended up at flatirons and I am looking forward to the next service.
It was my second time there. The message from Scott was UNBELIEVABLE! God spoke thru him to deliver the Gospel in arguably one of the most clear presentations I have ever heard.
The timing was PERFECT as the girlfriend’s mom, a strong Catholic, was there and I know she heard some things that made her think! I was praying throughout the entire service and it was obvious that God spoke to her thru Scott’s words!
My youngest son, who is 19, was with us and was blown away!!! He has been in church all his life and said, "Dad, I have never heard the Gospel presented that clearly and effectively." His girlfriend is also asking a lot of questions, but she could not attend last night.
He spoke to her after the service and I overheard him describing how awesome it was and how she missed a chance to hear a very clear defense/explanation of the Gospel. She will definitely be attending in the future.
Not my exact preferred style of worship, but it is not about me. God is using this to reach into a very lost culture and generation of people.
after my friend introduced me to Flatirons last summer while I was visiting family in the Denver area. Currently I am serving our Father in a closed country in the Far East. Because of the nature of this place, please excuse the vague references used in this email. My work is not openly accepted here and most communication is closely monitored.
Recently the orphanage that I am involved with took in two newborn girls who had been abandoned. The death rate of infants brought to this particular orphanage in the past 12 months is 100% at the hands of neglect and malnourishment. I work and live with a family, and we took these two newborn girls in as foster children. Our small 4 room apartment is now bursting at the seams with 2 infants, 3 children and 3 adults. The recent series "In the Margin" really blessed and struck a chord in my heart. These girls have been rejected by their family and society. Not only were they born female, they also have birth defects. There is no greater disappointment in this culture then those two things in a baby. With those strikes against them, they were abandoned; one at the doorstep of the police stations the other at the edge of a rice patti, left to die. By HIS grace, love and care for these girls, though they were pushed to the margin by the culture they were born into, He brought to the middle of love, compassion and care of a family by the culture of Our Father.
Personally, this journey with Meadow and Kai has affected me more than words can say. I am a single woman working overseas for His Glory and the gift of making margin in my single lifestyle for these two precious lives has been the most rewarding thing I have ever done. By the grip these girls have on my heart, and finger, Father has shown his love and compassion for the outcasts, rejected and broken. Each of us has experienced these things and that is what He came for, healing and acceptance in His Son's name. The least we can do is pass the gift of love forward.
Thank you for your words of Truth. You all are refreshment to my heart in the midst of a heavy place. I rejoice with you on the lives reached in local community and beyond by your faithfulness in pursuing His heart. It brings tears to my eyes and a longing in my heart to be there to help contribute to what HE is doing through Flatirons. If I may be so bold and if you feel led please be lifting us up as we continue to care for these girls. The family has tried to pursue adoption but the door is shut by human hands. Because of the strict laws on foreign adoption, the girls are currently considered unadoptable because of their defects. However we know Hands that can open any door no matter what man attempts.
Thank you again
Last night I (in an amazing way) was able to get in as a volunteer for Shine. I have to say that the devil did everything possible to ruin my day but God always manages to out do him and I mean in everything!
Yesterday morning, I lost my home, lender refused to work a loan modification even though I make more than enough to pay for my home so, courts signed the paperwork to evict me. This was yesterday morning...and last night was the prom. I cannot get the event out of my mind. God gave me the opportunity for that dance because he knew how devastated I was over my home. I have owned that home for 23 years now. But losing my home was totally covered up by the smiles of the guests last night. I love Flatirons so much, and I am so thankful that God gave me the opportunity to be a part of such a wonderful event. It actually helped me 'clean house' in my heart and soul and to put in perspective what is really important.
Love you guys so much.
Somtimes the most amazing things occur in the darkness. That's where I feel I am right now. It's dark, it's painful, I'm lonely and terrified of my future. I want to be the women God intended for me to be. I feel I'm in a battle. I had given up on going to church. Sinse my husband left me and my baby three years ago, I had found this world and the church I was in to be unforgiving. There were days I would get my little girl ready for church, I would be so tired and heart broken. But, I would go to church anyway. Sometimes I wanted so much for someone to understand that there were days I was too tired to smile for lack of sleep. I wanted someone to put their arms around me and tell me "God loves you", and He will help you do this alone. But, instead I felt jugded. I can't begin to say how grateful I am for pastor Jim and pastor Scott. I did not think I would ever go back to a church. You both spoke of a God that I knew in my heart existed, that I read about in my Bible. You spoke of the woman at the well just days after I had meditated on it all night long. In some ways that is my story, it is many of our stories if we were honest. I use to sing for God. In front of people, I would sing and when I sang I longed for Him. But, when I was not singing, I felt alone. I feel at your church I am finally learning how to live. I mess up daily, but, I won't give up. Everyday I put myself together despite everything I've been through and at times I have a really good "poker-face". I am trying to let go of that face and show myself. Im tired of hiding my pain. The churches I've known before make you feel that you deserve it and it's your fault. I just want to come out and let God heal me. I want to let Him forgive me and I want to forgive myself. Thank you with all my heart for being a apart of that healing process.
One thing I have disliked in the past is when those stereotypical Bible thumping Christians come at you with this overly eager and somewhat worrysome smile that's just a little too happy and start to preach at you. When I first came to Flatirons I walked through the door and I heard blasting music. First thought- "Oh, one of these churches, must be aimed at young people". I went to a church like this once, a "cool" church.
It took some reassuance from my girlfriend to stay. But I am so glad I did! I have come to see Flatirons as a church. And not a church like a building where people come, but as a group of people living together in the glory of God. I see people helping each other and encouraging others. You didn't care that I may not have been a Christian, didn't even care if I believed in God, but you invited me to come and see for my self and decide. I'm so glad that what I saw was people trying to live as Christ wants us to and following the Bible as truth. All of it, not picking and choosing. It was also nice to see that I'm not the only one who is not perfect and there are others who can say, "Me too".
I recently wrote to Jim about a problem I am facing dealing with pornography. I would like to thank Flatirons for writing me back. It meant alot that someone cared. I would like to let you know that I have decided to stand strong in God as I know He will stand with me. The question came to me that what if God told me to stand strong in the face of a charging bear, that He would see no harm came to me, would I do it? My answer came, "Yes". It did not come, "I would have no fear," because lets face it, it's a bear.. adrenaline.., it's just going to shake you. So there I was standing like a wet noodle, shaking and sweating nervously, staring a screaming bear in the face. But Jesus was there next to me, strangely calm, reassuring me that I would be OK. And I trusted Him; and I was safe. I know that if I trust Him and lean into him when it gets tough, then I shall come under no harm.
I just want to thank you for being there so God could work through you to get to me! How amazing He is!
I did not grow up in a religious home and have been coming to church all together for about 6 moths and flatirons for about 3 months. Since I was 13 I have been off and on suffering from alcoholism and drug addiction; I'm now 23 and have had legal, physical, and mental trouble because of this.
I decided to get sober 6 days ago when my parents told me not to come around for Christmas and my girlfriend broke up with me, and won't take my calls. My life the past three month have been a roller coaster where one week I'm attending church and community groups, then the next week I'm black-out-drinking or, excuses my honesty, have a needle in my arm.
This has been the hardest week of my life. I was so lonely on Christmas because no one wanted me around and I wasn't covering up the pain with chemicals. All I could think about was using, drinking, or killing myself. I decided to kill myself but needed to wait until the next day because nothing was open at 3:00 am the day after Christmas. Before I feel asleep I asked God to please give me some strength by the time I woke up to continue the battle.
When I woke up I got on the website to see if there were any services for the week, sadly I discovered that there were not. I thought I would check out the recorded services you have because I was searching for anything to help. I started with Jim's house of cards series and I'm so glad I did.
Hearing the leper's story and with the scripture, "Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean." To Paul's thorn and God telling him "no" but that his grace is sufficient to get him through made so much since. After watching the series I know that I might not ever be free of these "thorns" but that if I ask and lean into God he will provide what I need to make it. I pray that he will make me clean, but I know either way if I stay close to him I will be ok.
Thanks for everything! I'm not putting all my information down because I would prefer to stay anonymous. Please pass this forward to Jim and tell him thanks, and I will find him after service soon to let him know who sent this email.
We graduated in 2008 from a small town, shortly after graduation six girls from my graduating class were pregnant. A few of them were friends of mine, but Maggie was my closest friend of all. She quickly eloped in KBPI's mass wedding at red rocks and gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy. She has a loving and supportive family. But her and her new husband wanted to live in their own place. So they moved out of his parents home and into a town home in the same small town we graduated in. My little brother works with her at a local pizza joint, and I have lost touch with her over the last year. My boyfriend and I had decided that this year for Christmas we would adopt a family from your Outrageous Love instead of getting each other something. And while we were trying to find a family to adopt my brother came home from work. Matt (Maggie's husband) had lost his first job, and his new job was only part time and he wasn't making enough money to pay the bills. They had their heat turned down so low that when Maggie went to get Miles (their baby) out of his crib his fingers were cold. Miles was going to start to eat some more solid food and they already didn't have enough money to buy enough food for just her and Matt. For this Christmas she is just going to wrap up boxes for Miles to rip up, he would have just as much fun with that. I was so upset, that my friend was having such a hard time as a new mom, newly married, being just 19 years old. She might not have been one of the Outrageous Love candidates, but she was one of my best friends that God put back into my life because she needed help. Thank you Flatirons for putting it in our hearts to have Outrageous Love and give what we can. I have a feeling this Outrageous Love is going to be a long standing tradition with Gavin and I.
we had tired muscles from a beautiful Saturday on the ski slopes, and we just wanted to stay home. Our fifth grade son Caesar rallied the whole family, he was on fire to go to Remix. He said, "I have to go today to see what this week's wow is." "What's a wow?" we asked. "We are learning about Jesus' miracles and each week is a new one so we have to go to church."
So if you wonder, youth leaders, if what you do matters, I'm here to tell you that it does! As a result of you firing our son up about Remix and the wows of Jesus, our whole family was spiritually nourished at Flatirons Sunday. We bought music CD's for the single moms we adopted for Christmas and bought the Sozo ornament for one of the single moms too. So there were multiple blessings on down the line.
Just want to thank the fifth grade team for the awesome job they do making Remix a fun, Christ-centered ministry for our son Caesar. We started attending Flatirons this fall specifically because of your fifth grade ministry and God has been faithful to bless our whole family through Flatirons.
My husband and I have been together for nine years and this is the first time we have EVER been to church together.
About 10 weeks ago we found our lives turned upside down. My husband over the last nine years built a business with a partner and best friend and was very successful. 10 weeks ago he was completly caught off guard and was forced out of his own company and a buy out that left him to choose a quarter of what his shares of the company were worth or a lawsuit. We have chosen the lawsuit.
My husband has been so completely devastated and betrayed by this and has finally started to move on with his life to start over.
I have been blessed to stay at home with our three year old son for the last two years and am finding myself having to find work becaues we have literally been cut off with absolutly NO income for the last 10 weeks.
The reason that I feel the need to contact you is that we have found such peace in coming to your church. I feel it has been very important for our son as well. Our lives have taken on a whole new meaning and direction.
I have been having such a hard time with so much hate for these people that have done this to us and really feel that we need some help getting over what has happend to us. I know that hate is not the way, and we need help getting over what has happened.
Everytime we come to church and listen it seems like it was tailor-made to our lives and what has happend to us. It has been a perfect example of how greed can take over so many poeples lives and that when God gave us the power and money, what did we REALLY do with it?
I have not been able to find a church here and it has been such a blessing to be able to dowload the sermons every week. India is such a sea of relativism and it is so difficult not to have a community of believers to process life with, especially when things here get tough. So it is really life-giving to be able to hear the word of God and know that I'm not alone, and that others stand upon the same truth. Thanks so much for everything that you do!! Blessings.
and have yet to find a home church where I am challenged, yet encouraged. Thank you for the messages online, I love listening to them and feel like I am part of something, even though I live hours away.