Enjoy the enthusiasm of Richard and Brooke Nungesser as they share an endless stream of stories of the amazing things God is doing through Bread of Life.
A Week in “Gangland” with the Nungessers
“Oh, they’re here for my daddy,” he said as the police car entered the neighborhood. His dad had dropped him off at the children’s camp the night before, dead drunk.
How “Fighting Without Fighting” Grew a Church from 5 to 30.
They stopped fighting. They prayed. And then, something exciting happened.
God’s Grace Through Some Sky-High Numbers – A Christmas Greeting from the Nungessers
The Nungessers say, “We are most thankful this year for the grace of God in our lives.” Wait until you see the challenging numbers God saw them through!
Do You Know What God Wants You to Do?
The pastor kept apologizing for his church. He apologized that the floor was only dirt. He apologized that only half the roof was constructed. He invited me to preach to the church leaders but was embarrassed that his church wasn’t completed. Standing before these pastors and missionaries I wanted to give them courage and hope. I wanted to remind them of the essence of their work. I encouraged them with this and I hope it encourages you!
Philip’s Burning Question Drove Him to Something Many Wouldn’t Do
Philip wasn’t like most people that come to Bread of Life Foundation in Kalisz, Poland. He wasn’t addicted to drugs, alcohol or substances. But he did have a burning question. It was the same question that tears at the hearts of most Polish people. One many don’t dare to verbalize, even in their own minds. Philip’s question was…
Rebuilding After a Train Wreck – When There’s No Spare Parts
Two trains. One track. Thousands of pounds hurling down the track at high velocity. The end result can only be a disaster.
How I Gained a Desperately Needed New Perspective
“My name is Mateusz. I am 29 years old and I come from Malbork, Poland. Various addictions controlled me in every aspect of my life: from alcohol, to drugs, to gambling. My dependence on them determined the direction of my life. As a result…”
What I Came Home to One Pivotal Friday Night
One Friday evening, I came home, opened the door and I saw – nothing. The apartment was empty. My wife, kids and all their belongings were gone. All that was left behind was my clothes.
Overcoming Alcohol: 2 Incredible Stories
For 16 years I was on the street. I lost touch with my family…
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