Physical scars and wounds can be a source of embarrassment, leading someone to feel judged or humiliated. We neglect our own humanity. We ignore our imperfections and flaws, the very flaws that makes us a Mark. After facing my own personal battles over the last few years, the Mark of Christ has evolved to include those marked with the battle scars of life. My life after a Traumatic Brain Injury caused me to reconsider my own judgments and the marks we may not see, the invisible disabilities, the personal deficiencies that so many of us face every day. Giving each person a voice and a platform, will serve to knock down the stereotypes, and reclaim our self confidence. The movement celebrates rocking your Mark, showing the world who you are and what can happen when we look past a few inches of flesh. It is the opportunity to see the whole picture, so we truly understand that having a mark is just the beginning, the true journey of life is about being a Mark. The stories in the Mark of Christ photo journal are directly from the individuals themselves. It takes each Mark and introduces them and their journeys, how they stared adversity in the face and learn to really live life again.

This is my story...well the first of many miraculous moments:

Our Lady of Medjugorje, Mary mother of God.

The Story of my Pilgrimage to Medjugorje is marked on my body. It is the map and journey Of THE MOMENT IN TIME WHERE I SAW,FELT AND MET GOD. The first moment was when we were praying in the mountains of Assisi. We were in a small cave where St. Frances of Assisi would go pray for months at a time. Along with that, there were about 20 of us in the small space and when it came time for silence we held hands and prayed out loud. Someone began to speak in tongues, one person fainted to the floor and everyone else was consumed by the spirit of the Holy Spirit, as if a warm blanket was placed around each of us during a beautiful winter storm. After 15 minutes or so I started to look around. I wasn't crying. I was not talking in tongues. In fact, I've never even seen it firsthand. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel, but the only feeling I was getting was the feeling of frustration. As we came out of the cave I went up to one of the priests in our group and asked: What am I not getting? Why can’t I cry when all of these people are getting to feel all of this? I was angry and I strayed away from the group and got lost… Shocker !! I found myself walking this path down into these rocks that were in the center of this arena like cove.

I decided to open my journal and write a prayer to simply tell God what was in my soul. Little did I know that what was about to follow would change my life forever. I opened the book and began to write. I wrote "I hear a cry and still ask, why NOT I?” Suddenly, it was as if someone put earphones on me, the noise canceling ones. Everything was still, no sound at all. A voice then said to me, "You don't Have to cry because I have already done it for you". My eyes welled up but did not spill and it started to rain and in the trees I could here each drop as it became the most beautiful sound in the world. In that moment I thought of every person I loved and wanted them to be with me in their moment with God. Little did I know God was just getting started. During the remaining 2 weeks, miracles happened that are scientifically impossible. Want to know more? You will have to read the rest of the story in my book DRIVING NAKED with GOD, soon to be released. I’ll talk about the yellow butterfly that inspired my tattoo and more. In the meantime, go to DrivingNakedwithGod.com for other divine content.