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Some Men Say It… Some Men Live It

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

This is Pastor Wendell Wilson…
he discipled me.

I met him in June of 2o08…
and ended up living with him for about five years.

He ran a Christian rehab for men down in Florida…
and after I finished the program…
he asked me to stay on…

become his resident director.

So I did.

I served there for four years…

and somewhere in all that time…
he became more than a pastor to me…

he became a father.

He was one of a kind…
a remarkable man.

I could tell you story after great story…
so many memories…

but what stands out most…

is how he lived…

How he loved people…

I’ve never met anyone who genuinely loved others like he did…

And the way he spoke to you…

man… he had a way with words. He backed them up too.

He would say things to you…
right in the moment…
exactly when you needed to hear it most.

One profound thing he told me that never left…

“Son… people would rather see a sermon any day… than hear one.”

That stuck like Chuck with me.

I still carry it.

Because as powerful as words can be…
they don’t mean much without something behind them.

I can say the most beautiful things…
turn your stupid heart to jello…

but at some point…

I need to shut my mouth…
and be about it.

Show you.

Let you see it.

Because I’d rather see something real…
than hear something perfect.

No matter how well penned it is…
it’s empty…
it has to be lived…
it’s just beautifully nothing…

I’d rather see things clearly…
and say things simply…

let action… with feeling… be the real pen…

…

Pastor Wendell passed away at his home in 2o16…
surrounded by friends and family…

and it was beautifully real… to see.

…,’…,’…t

…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | bryanforchrist | All rights reserved

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My Uncle’s Guitar

Psalm 40:3…

I started out with music at a very young age…

I loved to sing as a little child…

I was in chorus all through grade school…
into high school…

learned how to sight read sheet music for vocals early on…

I started playing the guitar when I was 14…
as a way to let go of deep loss…

it was a life saver…

later.. I picked up the bass…

shortly after that.. the piano…

might as well throw the harmonica in the mix…

I decided music was the way for me…

As a solo artist I played nightclubs and bars…
concerts and music festivals…

I was part of a group of worldwide musicians known as ThePond…

we did online performances and in-person music festivals…

Then later…

I stopped all the secular stuff…
went full-on Christian music…

I was a worship leader in church…
also at different men’s ministries…

I had a traveling music ministry…

where I would go minister at hospitals and nursing homes and drug rehabs…
mental health facilities…

I was also in a Christian band… KingsGuard.

I stayed so busy with it…

I got overwhelmed…

I started losing the fire…
the desire to play…

About 3 years ago…

I decided I was done with it…

I got rid of my guitars…
gave them away…

I can’t fake it…

I was burned out…

About 6 months ago…

I started feeling a spark inside…
that fire again…

I realized that it’s who I am…

it’s part of me…

always will be…

Guess I just had to do life without it.

Live for a while.

…

Last night…

I started searching Amazon for my next guitar…

narrowed it down to two choices…

was planning on buying one of them…

This morning.. my uncle called me…

he’s a great musician and singer…

he’s sick…
many health problems…

two weeks ago.. they found out he has a rare cancer…

He has two guitars…

he’s giving me one…

The other is his baby…

he wants me to hold it for him…

if his health gets better…
he will get it back…

If not…
he wants me to have it…

So here I am…

that old fire starting to flicker again…

guitars coming back into my life…

not in a cardboard box from Amazon…

but out of the hands of my uncle…

a man who’s carried songs through his own pain…

It feels like God is putting a guitar back in my hands through him…

a reminder that this calling never really left…

and this time…

I don’t have to run it down…

I just have to receive it…

and honor it.

…

…

found this hidden gem of me playing back stage.. with my fellow musicians from ThePond… this was PONDFEST 2o08… at Chimney Rock.. North Carolina… Lake Lure area… same place the movie Dirty Dancing was filmed… the people in the video are from all over the world… we are just messing around here.. practicing… learning new songs.. I had been drinking vodka all day… ugg I don’t drink like that anymore 😁👇 that’s me on the left

Message Received Loud N’ Clear… played today for the first time In a fat minute.

🎸 Psalm 40:3
“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Celebrate Every Life… Even Mine — A Powerful Memoir by Nan Corban

📚 New Read Alert!
For transparency, Nan is a friend of mine — but this book genuinely encouraged me… powerful…

I’m so excited to share Celebrate Every Life….Even Mine – Nan Corban’s Autobiography with you all! 🌟

In this powerful memoir, Nan Corban opens up about her journey through life — the challenges she’s faced, the lessons she’s learned, and the beautiful moments that have shaped who she is today. Set against real-life experiences and heartfelt reflections, this book also shares how Jesus saved her and helped turn her life around, reminding us that every life has meaning, every story matters, and even the hard parts can be celebrated. 🙏

With 170 pages of honest storytelling and spiritual insight, Celebrate Every Life….Even Mine is the kind of read that encourages you to reflect, to grow, and to embrace your own story with a little more grace and hope. It was published by Trilogy Christian Publishing in July 2023 and written in English. 📖

Whether you’re looking for inspiration, encouragement, or just a real-life story that sticks with you, Nan’s memoir is worth picking up. 💛

Available on Amazon… go check it out… I read it and it’s great! 👇

© 2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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I Am Back 🙌

So I’ve been sick for two years…
it’s been horrible…
I’ve been gradually getting better over these last months…

A few weeks ago…
I made huge progress…
felt like I got healed…

And today…
I feel it in every way…

I’m gaining weight again…
I’ve been working out daily for almost two weeks now…
and in a short time… I’m putting on muscle…
I’m looking better than ever…
I’m feeling strong…
I feel like myself again…

And I can’t praise God enough…
Oh thank You… Holy Father…

I’ve had people all over the world praying for me…
pulling for me… and my girlfriend’s faithful prayers…
Oh how grateful I am…
thankful…
humbled by the entire experience…
Oh how happy I am…
that it’s over…

because there were moments I truly wasn’t sure I’d ever get back here…

Honestly.. my faith wavered over these past few years… I was so sick…
I lost nearly 60 pounds…
I was told it was cancer…
then told it wasn’t…
and to this day… I still don’t know what it was…

I just know it was hard…
a daily struggle to not give up…

But now…

Because of my God —
I am back…

Not just back…
but renewed…
Stronger…
Better…
Alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years…

And today…
I stand here in gratitude —
the fear is gone…

All glory to God —
the healer…
the restorer…
the One who carried me when I couldn’t carry myself…

Amen and Amen.

Forever and ever…

“Though He slay me.. yet will I trust in Him…” — Job 13:15 (NKJV)

“The Lord restored the health of Job…”
— Job 42:10

© 2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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Blood In The Sky 🔴`’.°~

a night in my life…

In June of 2o08…
I walked away from the drug life
away from the people
The Culture
The chaos
The darkness


But darkness does not always let go easily


These were the people I once called friends
One of them was like a brother to me
Yet they secretly planned to take my life


They were tied to something dangerous — an organization that did not forgive


I knew too much


They tricked me into going on a road trip to another state


Their plan was to hand me over…

to people who were supposed to kill me

make me disappear forever…

As truth slowly began to reveal itself
fear poured through me…


I thought to myself


This is it…
it’s over…
I’m done…
I’m about to die…


So I began to pray silently…
Believing I was about to meet my maker…


Then something happened — something Holy


A presence stood beside me…

Fear lifted off me…

A deep peace fell over me…

I knew…

I wasn’t alone…

And the men with me felt it too — they knew something greater than them had stepped in…


What I did not know was that they had secretly drugged me


I began to feel sick


The world began to fade away…  everything went black…


The next thing I remember — waking up in a hospital


I stayed there for two weeks


My body… recovering
My heart… waking up…

When I walked out
I was not the same…


Jesus met me — I’ve followed Him ever since…


I couldn’t go home
But that was ok…


I didn’t want to be there anyway…


Later.. I learned what really happened that night…


God spoke to the heart of one of the men…


The same man who helped plan my death… was the one who called for help…


He helped save my life…


He chose mercy… over murder…

I will never forget that moon…


Huge… low…

heavy in the night…

close enough to touch…


Deep red and orange — like blood in the sky…

After that night…


God led me into discipleship and ministry…


He gave me a vision…
a heart for people…


a promise…


that my life…


would rest safely in His hands always…


what was supposed to be an ending…
turned into a beginning…


a chance to turn it all around…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

Reach For The Sky… ‘Cause Tomorrow… May Never Come…

So I sit at the edge of my bed…
I strum my guitar… and I sing an outlaw love song…

With a guitar in my hand… I stand a little taller…

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The Green-Eyed Lion of Judah…

the dream that changed it all 🦁

Summer of 1997…

In this season of my life…
I was far away from the God I walked with as a boy and teenager…
but He wasn’t far from me…
He was still right where I had left Him…

I was asleep one night…
I had a dream…
in the middle of addiction…
in the middle of my sin…
this was it…


—


I found myself on a path…
alone…

I looked around…
in awe…
the road was marble…
gold…
silver…
lined with precious jewels…
vibrant…
alive with color…

I thought…
where am I
where is everyone

All at once…
I felt breath upon my neck…

slowly…
I turned around…
before me…
was the most brilliant…
awesome…
magnificent thing…
I have ever laid eyes on…

It was a Lion…

close as could be…

I was face to face with Him…

His eyes were so green…
so piercing…
He saw right through me…

Suddenly…
I became afraid…
what was He about to do
what was about to happen

Beneath the fear…
reverence…

I knew…
He was King of all…

Then…
He began to move…

He lowered His head…
nudged me…
to start walking…

As I moved along the path…
He followed behind me…

Up ahead…

a small white horse…

The Lion went out…
met the horse…
devoured it…
swallowed it whole…

Then He returned behind me once again…
pushing me…
down the path…

At the end…
a wide marble staircase…

He came around from behind me…
moved up the stairs…
sat on the throne…

At His side…
two other Lions…

I fell on my face…

I worshipped Him…

I knew…

He was God…

—

I immediately woke up…

I jumped out of bed…
started writing down the dream…
because I didn’t want to forget it…

But it didn’t matter…

I never have forgotten…

It is as clear to me today…
as when it first happened…

I’m able still…
to close my eyes…
relive it…
just as vivid…
anytime I want…

For years…
I felt the dream was God telling me…
that He was with me…
calling me…
to straighten up…
follow Him…

Then… June of 2o08…

After the second attempt on my life…
God rescued me…
miraculously…
just in time…
brought me safely out of it… to Florida…
to a men’s discipleship and drug rehab ministry…

I had been there for several months…
it was now fall…

One afternoon…
outside… raking leaves…
singing…
praising…
alone…

Suddenly…
I was reminded of my dream…

I looked out across the property…

In the front of the building…
a small pond…
and in the center…
a fountain…
of a Lion…

Then I noticed something else…

The driveway…
L shaped…
like the path in my dream…

At the end of the driveway…
where the throne would be…
two Lion statues…
one on each side…

I was blown away…

Everything made sense now…

I was without words…

And I still am today…
when I think about it all…

—

I later became the resident director of that ministry…
spent four years there…

I watched God work strong and mighty…
in the lives of hundreds of broken men…
that came through our doors…
transforming them…
they were never the same…

And in my life…
there is absolutely…
no doubt…
what has happened…
taken place…

who is responsible…
who gets the credit…
the glory…
the honor…
the praise… 🙌

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and…`.°~ ¡-~-¡`°
the small white horse…
my enemies…
my past…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

Psalm 143: 9-12…

Deliver me… O LORD… from mine enemies…
I flee unto thee for refuge… to hide me…
Teach me to do thy will… for thou art my God…
thy spirit is good… lead me into the land of uprightness… onto level ground… because of mine enemies…
Quicken me… O LORD… for Jesus Christ name’s sake…
for thy righteousness’ sake… bring my soul out of trouble…
And of thy loving kindness… and mercy… cut off mine enemies…
and destroy all them that afflict my soul..
for I am thy servant… thy friend… thy child…

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18 Days Awake…

The Edge…

If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?

When I saw this prompt question…
it brought back many memories of my past…
my drug days…

I went without much in those years…
including sleep…

I was reminded of the time I stayed awake for 18 days…
so I started thinking on it…
and googling…
and reading…

Apparently.. the Guinness World Record for staying awake is 11 days and 25 minutes…
so yeah…
I shattered that record…
but I’m guessing that guy didn’t have any help from stimulants lol…

Through more reading…
I learned that being awake 18 days is hanging right on the edge of death…

Guess I’m really blessed and fortunate…
because there were numerous times I would be awake around 10 days or more even.. I actually beat the world record many times… nothing to be proud of…

I am so grateful and thankful to God…
that I made it through those times…
and I am not the same today…

Death waited at the door…
but it did not win…
I walked back out of those days…
changed…
and still breathing…

I walked the line many times.. the edge…

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👇⚘️❤️‍🔥🏳sendin’ out pk’s..`.-.’😘`.°¡-~-¡•.<~><~>!!’

The peyote scene from “Young Guns”👇😁😎

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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I Told Them I Didn’t Have Cancer — And I Was Right

For most of my life.. I’ve been strong and healthy.. Then about a year and a half ago.. my health crashed hard.. This past year has been rough… sickness.. weakness.. doctors searching for answers — but lately I’ve been getting stronger day by day..

Six months ago.. things hit the worst point..

I was deathly sick and went to the ER.. They ran tests.. Two doctors walked in with that look on their faces — the look that says everything before a word is spoken..

“We think it’s cancer.”

They told me there were spots on my pancreas… liver… kidneys… and when something shows up on multiple organs.. red flags go up immediately.. doctors assume the worst.. To them.. it looked like cancer that had already spread..

But me?
I was calm..

Not because I’m fearless — but because I had a promise from above that I’d live a long life.. I knew it wasn’t my time.. And I also knew they can’t call anything “cancer” until a biopsy confirms it.. honestly.. even if it were cancer.. I’d still react calmly.. because I’m ready to go home whenever…

I was admitted to the hospital.. and while I waited for results.. everyone — doctors.. nurses.. all treated me like it was cancer.. even my patient chart said it’s cancer.. cancer.. cancer.. cancer… everywhere cancer… One nurse introduced me to another by saying….

“This is Bryan… he has pancreatic cancer.”

I looked up and said..
“No ma’am.. I don’t have cancer.. And the tests results aren’t even back yet…”

Everybody around me braced for the worst..
I held on to faith…
I wasn’t signing my name on something that didn’t belong to me…

Not today.
Not ever.

“Don’t put that evil on me.. Ricky Bobby..” I joked………..
(They tried to curse me — I wasn’t having it 😄…)

And then the results came in..

Everything was benign…
No cancer…
Doctors scratching their heads because they were almost certain…
Me smiling.. because I already knew..

God kept His word to me.
And I’m still here — living.. growing.. healing.. getting stronger every day..

If you’re facing something scary.. remember this..
Doctors have knowledge..
God has the final say……

And He’s not done with me yet.

Also… if you’re reading this….. He’s not done with you either…..

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© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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