Bear Grylls: The Passion Week

Join Bear Grylls as he tours Israel and shows where Jesus' final days were spent.

Bear Grylls: Renegade Mission

Join Bear Grylls as he tours Israel and shows where some of Jesus' miracles occurred.

Bear Grylls: Exploring Galilee

Join Bear Grylls as he tours Israel and show you where Jesus and his disciples walked.

Bear Grylls: Baptism and the Wilderness Temptation

Join Bear Grylls as he tours Israel and shows you where Jesus was baptized and where he faced the temptations from the devil.

Bear Grylls: Jesus' Birth and Fleeing From Herod

Join Bear Grylls as he tours Israel and shows where Jesus was born, and how he became a refugee in Egypt.

Under His Wings (song)

It is with heavy hearts that we share the passing of Brianna Brown, who went home to be with the Lord December 30, 2025 as the result of an accident.

Brianna was a gifted young lady whose life reflected her faith. Through her beautiful talents—playing the piano and singing—she worshiped the Lord sincerely and pointed others to Him. Her music was not for performance, but for praise, and many were blessed by her willingness to use what God had given her for His glory.

We are sharing a video of one of the last songs she sang, “Under His Wings.” The message of that song now carries even deeper meaning. Brianna trusted in the Lord she sang about, and today she is safely under His wings.

Moments like this remind us of a sobering truth: we are not promised tomorrow. Life is fragile, and time is uncertain. If you do not know Jesus Christ as your Savior, today is the day to place your faith in Him. Salvation is found only in Christ, and the invitation is still open.

Please keep Brianna’s family and loved ones in your prayers during this difficult time. We grieve with hope, knowing that for those who are in Christ, death is not the end.

Psalm 91:4 KJV

"He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: His truth shall be thy shield and buckler."

Bitter & Sweet (poem)

Kindle, Saviour, in my heart,
A flame of love divine;
Hear, for mine I trust thou art,
And sure I would be thine;
If my soul has felt thy grace,
If to me thy name is known;
Why should trifles fill the place
Due to thyself alone?

'Tis a strange mysterious life
I live from day to day;
Light and darkness, peace and strife,
Bear an alternate sway:
When I think the battle won,
I have to fight it o'er again;
When I say I'm overthrown,
Relief I soon obtain.

Often at the mercy-seat,
While calling on thy name,
Swarms of evil thoughts I meet,
Which fill my soul with shame.
Agitated in my mind,
Like a feather in the air,
Can I thus a blessing find?
My soul, can this be pray'r?

But when Christ, my Lord and Friend,
Is pleas'd to show his pow'r
All at once my troubles end,
And I've a golden hour;
Then I see his smiling face,
Feel the pledge of joys to come:
Often, Lord, repeat this grace
Till thou shalt call me home.

-John Newton