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Confessions of faith: Travis and Frankie
An article by Sarah Habben featured in the August issue.
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This is a story full of hurt, yes—but it’s really a story about hope. Hope that realizes the old ghosts of shame, fear, anger, and guilt can’t steal the hearts that God holds in his great big hands.
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This is the story of Travis, Frankie, and a church named Hope. And hope is what connects them.
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Travis was born in 1970 in southern California. He was raised by his mother, who was a hippie and a drifter. “She instilled in me the idea of God and prayer, but we really did not lead a godly lifestyle. My mom was involved with Hell’s Angels, and she struggled with drugs and alcohol.”
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When Travis was a young boy, his mom ran up a drug debt with the biker gang. Travis was kidnapped and held for ransom. “They kept me in a room for weeks, maybe longer, until the debt got paid. They didn’t hurt me. They played the movie Chitty Chitty Bang Bang over and over.”
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In the middle of airport security, I suddenly felt insecure. I couldn’t find it. It was just in my hand a moment ago—and now it was gone. I couldn’t go forward, and I couldn’t go backward. A line was forming. A security agent approached, “Sir, is there a problem?” . . .
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“If we have faith in each other, we will win.” A new college football coach urged the fans to trust him. He came in with an exciting, fast-paced system guaranteed to score lots of points. Lots of points would lead to lots of wins after years of losses. He called on the . . .
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Randy Wiessinger has witnessed a lot of difficult situations throughout his life. For 30 years, Randy served as a devoted member of law enforcement, as did his wife, Lorie. Randy’s career was full of highs and lows, as he experienced several critical incidents . . .
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