Testimonies

Pastor Jayson Garcia

Pastor Jayson Garcia

My name is Jayson, and I’m a bus kid who grew up without a dad in a drug-infested home filled with violence and immorality. Had it not been for faithful bus workers knocking on my door as a twelve-year old boy, who knows what would have happened to my life. I may be dead today, in jail, or addicted to to drugs or alcohol. But the bus ministry changed the entire course of my life! They invited me to come on Whole Heart Sunday in 1986, and I didn’t miss a single Sunday on the bus for more than two years.

Bill Manley

Bill Manley

Hi, I’m Bill and I’m not a bus kid. However, if the North Valley Baptist Church did not have a bus ministry, we may have never found out about this church that we have served in for the past 31 years. Bus workers from a young church were out knocking doors for a Big Day in 1979. We were a newly married couple with no children. We visited the church the next day, and we have been attending ever since.

Laura Casillas

Laura

Hi, I’m Laura and I’m a bus kid. Two college-aged ladies took the time to knock the doors in the area where I lived. I was playing outside with my little cousin and they invited us to attend Hot Dog Sunday. Little did I know that their investment of time on that Saturday morning would change my life forever.

Chris Kissell

Chris

My name is Chris, and I’m a bus kid.

Had it not been for faithful bus workers, Rudy & Linda Reyes, I never would have come to church as a 7th-grade boy. I never would have gone to a Christian college following high school. I never would have stayed involved in my local church following college graduation. I never would have married a preacher’s daughter. And, I would not be serving as a deacon at North Valley, seeking to raise our four children for God’s glory.

Jim Carey

Jim Carey

My name is Jim, and I’m a bus kid.

I remember that first Sunday morning when, as a six-year-old boy, I rode the bus in Rockford, Illinois, to a simple church on Auburn Street. It was there, as a child, that I learned of the love of God. Little did those bus workers and children’s church workers know that they had reached a boy who would dedicate his life to teaching boys and girls. For the past 34 years, I have preached every Sunday to the fourth through sixth graders who ride the bus to North Valley, and for the past 33 years, I have taught in our Christian school. All because a bus worker came to our house every Sunday.