Testimonies

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.

Daisy Reyes

Daisy

I’m Daisy and I’m a bus kid.

At first, my parents used the bus as a free baby-sitting service, sending me as a four-year old girl each week with my older brother. Little did they know that this free babysitting service would change our family’s lives forever. My mom was saved when soul winners came by during Saturday morning visitation. My Dad was saved in the home of a church member. Within five years, our family of four was driving in faithfully to church.

Shirley Davis

Shirley Davis

My name is Shirley and I’m a ten-year old bus kid. I live in a run-down apartment building in Hammond, Indiana. Our family just moved here from Tennessee, looking for work. My dad gets drunk a lot and it scares me when he hits my mommy.