Amazing Grace Baptist Church

12/04/2025

08/10/2025

💙 Help Caspian Find His Voice
From a Heartbroken but Hopeful Papa

My name is Johnny—Papa to my 3-year-old grandson, Caspian.

Once, he could say “Mama,” “Dada,” laugh, play ball, and dance.

Then Kawasaki disease stole his words… and changed our lives forever.

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💔 What Happened
• Caspian was a thriving, joyful toddler.
• A sudden illness—Kawasaki disease—attacked his little body.
• After recovery, his words, connection, and sparkle were gone.
• Months later: diagnosed as nonverbal complications from Kawasaki disease.

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💡 A Real Chance for Hope
A doctor from the Mayo Clinic told us about advanced stem cell therapy already helping children like Caspian.

This could be miracle for Caspian! This could be a real chance to heal the damage—and make a way for our boy speak again.

And maybe—just maybe—my daughter will hear her son say, “I love you, Mama.”

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💲 The Need
We’ve saved and sacrificed, but we still need $25,000 to make this treatment possible.

There insurance does NOT cover this procedure and the hospital will NOT administer the stem cell treatment unless all costs have been paid.

Every single dollar brings us closer. Every prayer lifts us higher.

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❤️ How You Can Help
1. Give what you can—every gift matters.
2. Share Caspian’s story with others.
3. Pray for a miracle.

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From this Papa’s heart—thank you for caring, for believing, and for helping us fight for Caspian’s voice.

We are experiencing issues with Gofundme. You can also give through this link as well…

https://cash.app/$DrJohnnyNixon

From the bottom of my heart—Thank you!

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06/27/2025

Dear friends,
This is my daughter and my precious grandson, Caspian. Some of you may remember when he was rushed to the Children’s Hospital—it was one of the hardest seasons we’ve ever walked through as a family.

Today, we are sharing a very important update, and I’m asking—from the bottom of my heart—please take a moment to read it. This isn’t just a post. It’s a call for prayer, for love, and if you’re able, for support.

If you know me, you know how deeply I love my family. And right now, our little Caspian has hope!

Please pray with us. Share if you can. Stand with us in faith.
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Help Caspian Find His Voice! By a Praying Mama—Kahlen Avrit My name is Kahlen… Kahlen Avrit needs your support for Help Caspian find his voice

05/08/2025

Discover the life-changing power of forgiveness in Johnny Nixon’s groundbreaking new book, The Science of Forgiveness. With 45 down-to-earth chapters packed with biblical wisdom and practical insight, this book is a deep dive into one of the most vital, yet misunderstood, topics of the Christian life. Whether you’re an individual seeking healing, a family pursuing peace, a church building unity, or a college training leaders—this resource is a must-have. The spiritual growth it inspires is not just measurable—it’s transformational. — ACTS Counseling

01/04/2025

Don Teel has graduated to his forever home in Glory. He was a faithful husband, father, and deacon. Please remember his wife, Lucy Myrtle Overstreet Teel, his daughters, and grandchildren in prayer. 🙏🏻♥️🙏🏻

* Below is Mr. Don riding my son Jeremiah on the 4-wheeler a few years ago. I’ve always loved this picture. ✝️♥️🙏🏻

10/01/2024

CHURCH IS HARD.

Church is hard for the person walking through the doors, afraid of judgement.

Church is hard for the pastor’s family, under the microscope of an entire body.

Church is hard for the prodigal soul returning home, broken and battered by the world.

Church is hard for the girl who looks like she has it all together, but doesn’t.

Church is hard for the couple who fought the entire ride to service.

Church is hard for the single mom, surrounded by couples holding hands, and seemingly perfect families.

Church is hard for the widow and widower with no invitation to lunch after service.

Church is hard for the deacon with an estranged child.

Church is hard for the person singing worship songs, overwhelmed by the weight of the lyrics.

Church is hard for the man insecure in his role as a leader.

Church is hard for the wife who longs to be led by a righteous man.

Church is hard for the nursery volunteer who desperately longs for a baby to love.

Church is hard for the single woman and single man, praying God brings them a mate.

Church is hard for the teenage girl, wearing a scarlet letter, ashamed of her mistakes.

Church is hard for the sinners.

Church is hard for me.

It’s hard because on the outside it all looks shiny and perfect. Sunday best in behavior and dress.

However, underneath those layers, you find a body of imperfect people, carnal souls, selfish motives.

But, here is the beauty of church—

Church isn’t a building, mentality, or expectation.

Church is a body.

Church is a group of sinners, saved by grace, living in fellowship as saints.

Church is a body of believers bound as brothers and sisters by an eternal love.

Church is a holy ground where sinners stand as equals before the Throne of Grace.

Church is a refuge for broken hearts and a training ground for mighty warriors.

Church is a converging of confrontation and invitation. Where sin is confronted and hearts are invited to seek restoration.

Church is a lesson in faith and trust.

Church is a bearer of burdens and a giver of hope.

Church is a family. A family coming together, setting aside differences, forgetting past mistakes, rejoicing in the smallest of victories.

Church, the body, and the circle of sinners-turned-saints, is where He resides, and if we ask, He is faithful to come.

So even on the hard days at church—

The days when I am at odds with a friend, when I’ve fought with my kids because we’re late once again. When I’ve walked in bearing burdens heavier than my heart can handle, yet masking the pain with a smile on my face. When I’ve worn a scarlet letter, under the microscope. When I’ve longed for a partner to hold, or fought tears as the lyrics were sung. When I’ve walked back in, afraid and broken, after walking away.

I’ll remember, He has never failed to meet me there.