The fish symbolizes, in America, an understanding that the person(s) displaying the fish are Christian.  What does that mean as individuals, and what does that have to do with our company?

First, it means that Jesus Christ is God's Son who died in our place so that we may live.  He broke the power of sin, death, hell and the grave and willingly gave His life for us.  Jesus Christ states that it is only through faith in Him that men may be saved and may be restored to fellowship with God and have eternal life.

As individuals, please see our stories (see "our stories").  We love to share what Jesus has done in our lives.

As a company, the fish symbol means several things:

• First, that we have nothing; rather, God owns it all and we have been given stewardship over what is His.
• Second, we will answer to God for how we managed what He has given us.
• Third, that God is good and He only gives good things.   As a result, what we do is a good thing.
• Fourth, that God is the source of our provision, not our customers.  This is huge, because we are then free to serve and to minister.  Our role is to be obedient to what God has called us to do; God's part is to then provide.  (Read Deuteronomy 28 and listen to what God says His role is and what He will do and what our role is).  As a result, we don't need to worry about provision--that is taken care of.  We simply can focus on serving you and meeting your needs.  By the way, if you call or contact our company, did you know that you have already been prayed over?  I (Kim) pray every morning for each person that I may be in contact with that day.  I pray God's provision, blessing and protection over you.
• Fifth, because we know that God created every human in His image, we know that we will answer to Him for how we treat you.
• Sixth, we are called to do "everything as unto the Lord".  That means that we are to do our best in every endeavor.  We interpret that to mean that we will provide the best education for our employees, the best equipment, the best benefits, and we will give our best to you. Will we miss the mark?  Sure, we all mess up sometimes.  Perfection is impossible to attain this side of heaven, but it is possible to be excellent.  That is what we want to be.

Kim's Story

 Empty.  Desolate.  That summed up my life BC (before Christ), and I knew it. I was doing everything I thought I was supposed to be doing to enjoy the "good life"--I had my dream job (RN in trauma center in Tulsa), a dream apartment, a group of friends to do the club thing.  I looked for love and found it with many men, but that only made me feel worse about myself.  I remember one Sunday, waking up with yet another hangover and asking myself "is this all there is?"  

I met God at a funeral.  There was a young woman by the name of Kimberly Wilson who had been hit by a drunk driver 3 weeks before her wedding.  I was one of her nurses.  I became close to her family, and I was drawn to her uncle, a pastor by the name of Robert Amey.  I don't remember him talking to me about Jesus.  What I do remember was there was something different about him--a warmth.  A joy, even through grief.  A peace.  I knew that I didn't have that.

 Kimberly had massive head injuries.  I was with her and her family when she died.  I decided to go to the funeral.  It was held in a little white country church in the suburbs of Tulsa.  I will never forget walking into the sanctuary because I was almost literally knocked to my knees.  I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God was in that sanctuary.  I had not been to church in about 8 years at that point--not because I hated God, but because He didn't mean anything to me.  That day, in that moment, I was face to face with God.  I can't describe how, but I knew.  And in that instant, I knew that He was real. 

He didn't condemn me.  He did convict me.  He never told me I was bad.  He told me I was wrong.  Wrong about Him.  Wrong about how I was living my life.  Wrong about what I thought happiness was about. 

I felt unclean and sat on the very back pew.  I told God over and over that I was sorry.  I told Him that if this was from Him, I would change my life but I couldn't do it in Tulsa.  I told Him I only wanted to work in a trauma ICU, so if this was for real, I would call UAB (they had recruited me in nursing school) and if they had an opening in their trauma ICU, I would move to Alabama and live for Him.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened.  Three weeks after the funeral I had a new address, a new job, and a new start. 

I wish I could tell you that life was wonder and light since that point.  The fact is, is that it wasn't.  I had a horribly painful childhood with abuse on many levels.  I had a wasteland of a young adulthood that was littered with bad decisions and wrong actions based in part on the wounds of my childhood.  Several of those sins and strongholds continued after I accepted Christ.  There was so much healing that needed to occur, and I had to learn to trust God by developing a relationship with Him so He could gently go in and expose unhealed hurts and wrong motives.   

God did not lower His standards for me.  He did not accept excuses for my behavior due to the abuse.  He did not let me continue with wrong motives.  He does this because He loves us, and He wants us to live  in freedom, in security and in joy.  That only happens when we live in His way and in His manner.

I am not a survivor, and I definitely am not a victim.  I am redeemed and restored. A couple of years ago, (at a young age, I might add), I had to have a knee replacement.  I now have a big, long, in your face scar.  I look at it and I see the comparison to my past and my life.  I have three choices:  to cry and moan that my knee doesn't look like anyone else's; to keep the scar covered up and hidden so no one else will know (I did that for a long time with my past--mostly because I wasn't healed from it) or I can look at the scar and see it as a symbol that the diseased and damaged part has been removed and is now fully healed and functioning. 

Only our God can do that.  Only He can take a life like mine, and instead of allowing the enemy to beat me up over it, heal it and turn what was meant for evil to defeat me become a testimony of His power and love to glorify Him. 

I love my Abba.  I love my Savior.  I love my Helper and companion.  I am crazy about all three of them.  I hope to hear from you--where ever you are with your relationship with Jesus Christ.  I have a heart for hurting people, because I know what it feels like.   I love this life.  I don't want to waste a minute of it. Oh, about the emptiness and desolation--they fled and haven't been back since the funeral.

Calvin's Story