Dear women, today I am delighted, and humbled, to share the following testimony written July 4, 2026 by Carin Agor, our beloved PCC Kid’s Ministry Lead.
Carin –
As The Lord builds my testimony, His awe and wonder is shown to me in ways that are so clear they are as if only my true blindness would miss them.
Yesterday while waiting for food after three hours spent getting no where in Washington DC (that’s another story for another day) my son, mother, father, and I were approached by a man in Union Station. He was a clean-cut looking guy in his 30’s with a kind smile. I was preoccupied on the phone for the moment, but I heard him say something about God loving us and then he said ,“Can I pray for you guys.” My father, a non-believer, also a gentle and kind man, immediately looked at me as if saying, “Carin, you deal with this one… you’re the Christian in the group so you know what to do.” I paused for a moment and I recall the thought going through my head – why not? We’ve got no where to be, our food isn’t ready, and although I know my Dad might be uncomfortable in this moment, we could all use a little prayer after this day.
It’s a funny thing this type of evangelism. It’s not something I’m totally comfortable with if I’m being honest, especially in a group with a non-believer. It’s bold, direct, and comes with a very high likelihood of rejection and quite possibly confrontation. I thought of Pastor Gordy though, and I thought – this guy doesn’t seem much different than him and I trust Pastor Gordy and his ministry!
So, the man prayed. It was a kind prayer – relevant, and the perfect length for my group of uncomfortable parents and son who were now bowing their heads in the middle of Washington DC’s Union Station on July 3rd because my Dad had passed the torch to me to make that decision.
At the end of the prayer, we all said Amen and I told him Thank you. He then said he’d like us to repeat a prayer after him. He was going a step further, one that I knew my father would not tolerate. In that moment I also questioned his approach as it was perceived forceful. I told him kindly “That’s where I will stop you because we are believers here.” Okay so that wasn’t totally true because only three of the four of us are, but at that point, I knew how we could peacefully end the interaction without my Dad becoming uncomfortable and displeased – yet another tally in his “this is the problem with religion” narrative. The young man smiled and was affirmed that his job was done and walked on.
I immediately told my family as he walked away that this style of evangelism is one that I’ve become accustomed to from Pastor Gordy. I told him that sometimes I am surprised and awkwardly curious by Pastor Gordy’s stories but that he is firm in his faith and duties to share the Gospel in this manner. I briefly also shared my distaste for the latter part of this gentlemen’s tactic saying that I don’t believe that is the way God would want us to approach it, having people who may be completely blind to the truth praying a prayer of salvation without knowing Scripture and truth. I’ll have to continue thinking on this one and ask some questions of Pastor Gordy as I learn.
From there we went on to eat our lunch and head to the hotel, and at that point I assumed this was just a small little blip event from the day, one that maybe even we’d share a laugh over later, that we were prayed for publicly after such a miserable day. Hours later I realized the work that God did through that man in Union Station.
While playing cards and enjoying time with my parents, the topic of the man’s prayer came up again. It will be hard for me to repeat the precise words that were exchanged in that discussion with my parents because it was a time that I stayed very present focusing on the miracle that was happening before my eyes and letting the Lord guide me. My Dad has always allowed me space to share my convictions, the first time being after I came home from Young Life Camp saved. He also loves a good debate, so I have always felt that it’s a topic of opportunity for him to debate his daughter (who may also enjoy a good debate), not necessarily a conversation led by his curiosity. We’ve had many dinnertime discussions about faith in my life but this one, at my age of 42, felt very different.
My Dad started asking questions about my faith, organized religion, the Bible, salvation. And for the first time in my life, I was able to answer some of his burning questions. I was able to answer him in a way that pointed back to the Word with clarity, but that was also met with a humble approach to meet my Dad right where he is. My messaging to him was very clear, that we will never know all the exact answers and that IS faith. There is one very important belief to hold that will secure your place in Heaven, and that is that Jesus was born Son of God, was crucified and suffered death for our sins. In this conversation and the one that followed AGAIN hours later at dinner, this time very directly brought up by my father, I found myself so very confident in my messaging. My parents told me they were impressed with my knowledge and understanding, and I think my mother (who is a believer) was grateful that someone, whom my Dad loves and trusts so much, was able to share the Gospel with truth, confidence, and grace. She wants so badly for my Dad to be saved. I believe this will happen one day and this was a step closer.
I watched my Dad become curious that night. He was not just seeking a good family debate with me this time. He was listening, asking, and I believe opening his heart ever so slightly to the Truth. The Lord placed the language and knowledge, which I’ve worked to seek, on my tongue that night with confidence for my Dad to hear.
My Dad is a frog in warm water, and it is clear the Lord is working in his heart through ME. I am so grateful for the man at Union Station because his message brought us a little bit closer to my Dad’s rescue that night. If not for the man and his missional work that day, this conversation would not have transpired that evening.
Join me in thanking the Lord for His work through His chosen workers, even in unexpected circumstances, for His glory and for our salvation because He loves and equips each of us according to His will and purpose. – Blessings, Colleen