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Til We Meet Again

Today’s service at Macedonia Baptist Church in Cary, NC was bittersweet as I said farewell to my away from home faith family. 

For the past five months, I’ve worshipped and served beside these lovely people who accepted me into their faith family without question.

We broke bread together regularly. Wednesday night bible study is preceeded with a meal prepared by their amazing cooks. I felt as though anyone who finished the meals should receive a placque or t-shirt. Thankfully Pastor Jimmy Brown kept us awake with his messages after dinner, otherwise it would’ve been easy to doze off after such fabulous feasts.

My colleague and I were even invited to eat Thanksgiving dinner with our Sunday school teacher which we graciously accepted and ate like kings.

One of the members also took me to several hockey games to see their Carolina Hurricanes. You wouldn’t ever meet bigger fans, they love their Canes, and I too grew to enjoy the excitement of the game.

Visit there and you’ll learn one thing for sure, how much you can feel the love in that church, their members are intentional about their inquiries, not just words mentioned in passing, but genuine eye to eye contact, maybe even a longer grasp of the hand or arm, they’re always happy to see you and eager to hear how you’re doing.

Like many churches across the country, they’re looking for ways to connect with the next generation. I circle Macedonia Baptist Church and it’s members in prayer, I pray that God would do the impossible thru their church so that the people in the Cary community will know that only God’s hand could’ve made it possible so ultimatley God will receive all the Glory.

Til we meet again my brothers and sisters, thank you all for your gracious hospitality, if any of you are ever in the Mobile, AL area, please stop by Redemption Church and allow us to return the love.

In Christ name, God bless you all!

Gene Williams 



Obedient Unity

It’s been awhile since I’ve written, not for lack of having content by no means, a lot has happened the last five months. 

In October of 2016 I was hospitalized with a heart attack that by God’s grace was minor and correctable with only medication. That same month I resigned from the position I held as VP with an independent insurance adjusting firm in order to reduce stress levels and heal. It wasn’t long before I realized I had to get back in the game because the bills were still coming but not the income. I was given an opportunity to help review claims for Hurricane Mathew in North Carolina and left home mid November and have been here since. 

While being up here working hurricane claims, my family endured a house fire and we now have a claim of our own to handle back home. Luckily my wife was also an adjuster so she understands the process. 

I’ve been able to get many miles of hiking in while here, helping the healing process. Having ample time on my hands I’ve also listened to almost 40 audio books. I’ve  been attending a local church and have established an away from home faith family. I’ve even been working on a start up business while here which is extremely close to being launched. 

That gets us pretty caught up to date so we can move onto the purpose for this article’s title. 

This morning I was awoken at 3:45 by a new hotel guest attempting to enter their room, having issues with the magnetic reader and dog barking. No worries, I decided to get on up, start my morning routine of pushups, squats, protien shake, shower and head of  up to Chick-fil-A where I could enjoy a cup of Joe while accessing their free wifi to work on my website content. 

I sat enjoying the atmosphere, praise and worship instrumentals playing over their resturant wide sound system, the suns light cresting over the horizon in the eastern sky, and COFFEE, when I noticed two women approaching the booth in front of me. They placed their things to secure what I considered the only other pristine seat in the house other than mine, and hurried about to gather their orders and return. 

Upon returning, the ladies prayed without fear of persecution over their meal, I politely bowed my head as they prayed, then went about my work. Although I wasn’t eavesdropping I could hear that they were holding bible study. There were times that I’d have to read aloud what I was attempting to articulate just to focus, I love hearing the word and how it transforms our lives.

At one point towards the end of my time there, they began to pray for discernment. As they did, the verse in Mathew (18:20) came alive in my thoughts; For where two or three gather in my name, there I am with them. I could strongly sense the Holy Spirit in that moment, my eyes welled and I was showered with love, peace and confidence. About the same time the prayer suddenly stopped, and praises for the answers she was given by the great couselor were expressed aloud.

I quietly put away my laptop, gathered my belongings, and left for work. I didn’t make it far, maybe a half mile when the Holy Spirit got me again and said you should have spoken to those sisters. Com’on,  I argued to myself, get to work early as always, don’t interrupt them.

He the reminded me of my ambition to be a part of a clickless Church, one where everyone else is welcome, and here are two sisters living it out, go hear their story!

If you’ve ever been convicted by the Holy Spirit, you know He won’t stop, so I turned around! Driving back my thoughts are all over the board, but I’m being obedient, right.

I politely walked to the table and asked them to forgive me for interrupting their study time, and explained that I had been sitting in the booth behind them, told them what had transpired while I was there during their prayer time and how I was under conviction to come back.

I wanted to thank them for the example they were setting in the marketplace. Their Obedient Unity as Sisters in Christ’s body was evident.  Carol (pictured left) and Linda (R) went on to share how their church was multicultural with 58 countries represented. I thanked them for sharing, snapped a photo and headed on into work with a blessing, divine intervention? I beleive so!

This afternoon I was reading  a verse that I had studied several years ago while researching clickless churches.

1 John 2:2 (KJV)

And He is the propitiation for our sins and not ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world.

Let’s break this verse down and see what it is and isn’t saying!

“He”= Jesus Christ

“is the”= only one, not plural, it doesn’t say “is one of the.”

“propitiation”= (of an angry God) Appeasing or averting God’s wrath and Justice for our sins. Atonement is another definition, the NIV bible version  reads “atoning sacrifice.” Taken  from the Greek word “hilamos” which means “The Ark of the Covenant” and/or “The gift which pecures propitiation.” And hilamos comes from the Hebrew word “kapporeth” which means “covering.” 

Thankfully by God’s grace, Jesus paid our sin debt!

“our sins”= insert your name “Gene Williams”

“but not for ours only”= it didn’t stop at “our sin” the verse goes on leading us to who else the Atoning Sacrifice is extended. 

“but also for the sins of the whole world”= the verse doesn’t read “but also for the sins of the white people.” Nor does it read only for black people, Asian people, rich people, poor people, Dr’s, bikers, lawyers or PA’s (Public Adjusters; for my insurance colleagues, yes we must love them too). No, it doesn’t read any of those, it says “THE WHOLE WORLD.”

I must ask this;  why then are we still segregated? 

How can we as Christ’s body be the hope for a dying world divided? 

I circle this in prayer: I pray for OBEDIENT UNITY across God’s kingdom, that He’d be gloried in ALL we do and he’s blessings for our obedience would rain down on us all. – Amen

If I can pray anything specific for anyone of you (yes, even PA’s) please reach out to me at: 

God Bless!



Another I.M.O.

The In Memory Of’s (I.M.O.) get more frequent as we age. As I reflect on today’s passing of one of my dad’s old biker brothers named Jimmy George (far left in photo), I can’t help but conjure up memories of visiting the George residence. 

As soon as you arrived there was adventure awaiting. The old general store out front of their place was stationed by a man as old as the store itself. Candy bar wrappers were covered in dust, coke bottles had deposites required. For a kid in the seventies, it was a treat to be given a dollar to go waste out front of the George residence and hear stories the old man was willing to share while you munched on stale candy and flat cokes.

Out back was a junkyard; but to daydreaming boys and girls it was heaven. A place to bust windows without punishment and adventure abounded with every new find. Treks deeper into the woods lead to lakes which yielded activities for kids, like skipping rocks or fishing. Dads motorcycle club (Custom Riders) had many adventures there to include lakeside parties and even weddings. 

I recall one such visit which we were cleaning up around the lake in preparation  for an outing with the club, Dad dove into the lake to cool off and lost his glasses. Many people took turns diving for them, but if memory serves me correctly they were never found.

Mom and Dad often say there is no way I should be able to remember these outings, and I stun them with the accuracy in which I recall the details of this and many memories from my childhood.

I will forever cherish the childhood memories I have of the adventures in and around the George residence. 

To the George family I’d like to extend my deepest condolences and wish you all wisdom, discernment, peace, and comfort during this time of grievance. May God bless you and your family now and in the future. 

Son of Shady – Gene Williams 

New Crafts Ready!

My wife and I have been working on some craft ideas and have a few ready to be sold. 

The “Family” were hand cut and painted/stained and are perfect for hanging above portraits. 1= Red oak stain, 1= Bermuda Bay chalk paint, 1= Flat Black (we can make and paint custom words and colors, contact us for details)

Here’s a sample of a custom order:

The aqua panel with hooks is a vintage drawer face which was chalk painted, then distressed and hooks added, it has picture hanging hooks on back and is ready to be installed.
The vintage window has been chalk painted, chicken wire added and an interchangeable wreath  hanger which is perfect for any season, it too comes with a picture hanging mount ready to be installed.

You may contact us for these and any other ideas at 

We thank you in advance for your interest.

 Expressing Jesus’s Love with a Handkerchief  

Today my Christian mentor and I officiated a memorial service for a local Latino family who’d requested we perform the service in their home for financial reasons. The same home were the husband had been murdered and the wife had been shot in both arms and head by the same perpetrator, she however survived. She, her adult aged children and their families were in attendance for the service. 

The entire family was holding up pretty well considering all they’d been through. The service was extremely peaceful and the message was being well received. During an extremely vital part of the message about forgiveness (even for the murderer) one of the daughters broke down and began crying. I immediately reached into the inside breast pocket of my sport coat and retrieved a crisp clean handkerchief and presented it to the daughter. She began wiping away tears & preventing her nose from running with it.

As the message of forgiveness continued (the daughters tears did too) I reflected on how important this part of the message was; they needed to hear about forgiveness early in the grieving process so they could each free themselves of the enslaving burden un-forgiveness brings. Only through Jesus is such grace even possible.

When the service concluded, the family graciously thanked us. We invited them to connect with our church family and then we left them so they could continue the celebration of their husband and father’s life. 

Carrying a handkerchief was passed down to me by the men in my family. Whether it be a kerchief (bandana) used by my Pap Paw while working the fields, a nice linen handkerchief when dressed for church or even a biker inspired kerchief carried by Dad. Today I was shown how the chivalrous passing of a handkerchief to a grieving daughter can represent the love of Jesus;  a stranger and a handkerchief, no words needed, just a gesture of kindness, compassion and understanding interpreted in any nationality.

Robert De Niro’s character in the 2015 film, The Intern, brought to light the need for men to carry handkerchiefs; even Anne Hathaway’s character by the end of the movie ultimately requests her husband to begin carrying one.

Add a handkercheif to your essentials list; you never know when the opportunity will arise for you to share it along with the good news of Jesus.

As for my handkerchief; it remains with the daughter. Hopefully it’ll serve as a reminder of how two strangers with servants hearts were there during one of her most vulnerable times loving on her and her family.

Besides; a true gentleman never asks a lady to return his handkerchief.

Gene Williams 

Happy 4th of July

As a proud American and a veteran I wanted to wish you all a Happy 4th of July weekend. Sometimes in our business we forget the incredible liberties that our fore fathers envisioned for this great nation. There is still no other country like the US of A.

I would ask you to take a moment to reflect during the watching of fireworks or your Bar-B-Ques this weekend on how lucky we all really are.

We love our industry and we love and pray for our service men and women in far-away lands protecting those liberties, we give thanks for the ability to practice our beliefs in the greatest country this world has ever known.

With recent tragic events in Orlando and other cities, it’s encouraging seeing the outpouring of support from the local communities and the nation as a whole; people come to a cause with compassion and love. Hatred will never win; it doesn’t have a chance when we all stand together!

May you, your company and your families have a safe and wonderful 4th of July and God Bless America!

Meeting People Where They Are


While attending an insurance conference in Minneapolis, a local resturant called Keys was recommended by the hotel staff. I prefer to dine at local establishments whenever possible versus chain resturants which are a dime a dozen. 

Keys resturant was founded in 1973 by Barbara Hunn. Her resturant became a life long career for her, her four children and their spouses. They grew the business and expanded into nine locations across Mineapolis & St. Paul.  Keys at Foshay is located in downtown Mineapolis.

I found the staff to be incredibly hospitable and the service was excellent. They’re known for their breakfast omelets which they serve all day. I ordered their  Key Everything omelet which comes stuffed with ham, bacon, sausgae,  Italian sausage, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions, green peppers, broccoli & califlower. It’s served with a side of hash browns, twelve grain toast and their homemade strawberry jam.


The omelet was fantastic, the jam on the toast had a very distinct & crisp taste that complimented the grain flavor like the pairing was made for one another. I highly recommend Keys if you’re ever visiting the Mineapolis/St Paul area.

Keys is fortunate to have a loyal employee named Karen with whom I was able to discuss her story while I enjoyed my meal. A friend of Karen’s introduced her to Carol (one of the founders daughters) who put her to work washing dishes. Soon after Karen became pregnant and wanted to provide a better life for her child. Carol gave her a shot at waitressing which ultimately did provide the needed income for her to raise her daughter. Karen gleams with pride as she shares that her daughter is now 28 and very successful.

Karen admits she did leave to try corporate work for a few years but decided it wasn’t for her. She had a desire to earn a  horticulture degree; waitressing for the Keys allowed her to attend the University of Minnesota and complete that dream. Due to the harsh winters and seasonal work for her landscaping & design business, waitressing/managing for the Keys in the evenings allows her to do both successfully. 

Karen has been with the Keys for an astonishing thirty years. We just don’t hear of that kind of loyalty in our current culture of quick paced, get what you can get and get it now.

Thanks for the hospitality and great eats Sarah and Karen. May God continue to bless you, your families and all your endeavors.

Hard Work, Pays Off!

Gene Williams



When an elderly man was asked what advice he could give younger generations, he responded;

“I wish I had not spent so much time worrying about what could’ve happened that never did.”

We find this advice to be biblically supported. Jesus tells us in Mathew 6:34

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

In a past article titled Do Something About It I shared how no amount of worry will ever change a thing, only action will. That advice was aimed at things within our control which we can change; fitness goals, career changes and hobbies just to name a few.

Jesus was very clear on his teachings on the subject of worry in the book of Luke. He told his disciples not to worry about their life, food, or clothes. He said life was more than these. He also asked them to consider the ravens: who do not sow nor reap and have no storeroom or barn yet God provides for them, and how much more valuable are you than the birds. Luke 12:22-24

He goes on to teach them about how the wild flowers grow without labor and not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. He said if God clothes the grass which is here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, how much more will He clothe you. He then in my opinion gets to the crux of the real issue, the issue I must admit where I fail the most. He says to them “-you of little faith.” Luke 12:27 & 28

Jesus goes on teaching about not worrying about what you’ll eat or drink, and how the pagan world runs after such things, and God already knows we need those things, He says to seek his kingdom and these things will be given. Luke 12:29-31

I love the closing verses of this passage. Jesus says to not be afraid, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. He says to sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no theif comes near and no moth destroys. And here’s the final verse. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Luke 12:32-34

I’m thankful to have heard the elderly gentleman’s life advice; however I’m even more thankful for the true word of our living God. It’s always there for me, a roadmap, a life manual if you will. I just have to have faith, faith as little as a mustard seed, and to remember He has and always will provide the way!

May God continue bless you and remember:

Hard Work, Pays Off!

Gene Williams

Thunder + Lightning= A Full Bed


We had a severe thunderstorm roll thru this week which was loud enough to wake our four year old Vivian. I was already half awake myself, expecting at least one of them to come running. When she arrived at the side of our bed she whimpered “can I sleep with you, the thunder scares me?” I allowed her to climb in and snuggle up to her daddy.

She wasn’t in bed long when Kamryn our six year old made her way to our bedroom with the same request. She too was now snuggled up to daddy.

Our twenty-two month old son Joshua was also in our bed (thank goodness for a California King size bed).

My first thoughts were how proud I am to be their dad & how much my children must trust  me in order to run to me in the dark seeking comfort and peace from the storm. 

This was a great lesson for me; as I related my own need and trust for my Heavenly Father to give me comfort and peace thru the storms of life.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 says this:
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

Next time you’re seeking shelter from a storm, run to the bosom of our Heavenly Father for peace & comfort; His mercy and grace are sufficient.

Let your children climb into bed with you next time there’s a storm; they won’t be kids forever. You’ll be able to teach them to turn to God for comfort as the storms of life get stronger.

Hard Work, Pays Off!

Written by: Gene Williams

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