Hey. You made it.
That alone tells me something about you.

Mission:Redeemed isn’t a brand or a podcast trying to go viral. It’s a real place for real people who’ve been through some real crap—and somehow still believe there’s something worth redeeming.

Whether you’re carrying the weight of PTSD, stuck in the fog of anxiety, buried under shame, or just straight-up exhausted from life

You are not alone. Not here. Not anymore.

This isn’t therapy. This isn’t church marketing. This is truth, told like it actually feels. We don’t sugarcoat, we don’t pretend, and we don’t waste time with spiritual fluff. We get honest. We get messy.

And we let Jesus do what only He can do: rebuild what life tried to destroy.

What you’ll find here:

🧠 Podcast Episodes – Raw, unscripted conversations that feel like sitting at a friend’s kitchen table after the worst week of your life—because that's usually when the best healing starts.

📖 Blog Posts – Encouragement that doesn’t feel like a cliché.

Real talk. Real faith.

Stuff that might just get you through one more day.

⚔️ Resources – For when you need tools, not just good vibes.

 

If you're here, it's probably not by accident.
And if you're feeling broken... good.
God tends to start His best work with busted-up things.

So welcome. Kick off your shoes, dig in, and don’t hesitate to reach out if something stirs or wrecks you in a good way.

 

📩 Questions, prayers, or emotional spiral reports?
Shoot us an email: lightcatchermn@gmail.com

We’ll be here. Redeemed. Still healing. Still showing up.

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I didn’t start Mission:Redeemed because I wanted to become an influencer.
I started it because I was breaking—and church didn’t know what to do with me.

I was the guy people called when everything was falling apart. The calm one. The fixer. The cop who kept his head when others lost theirs. Until I wasn’t. Until my brain and body said “enough,” and everything I’d buried for years started boiling up. PTSD. Panic attacks. Emotional shutdowns. The works.

So I turned to the Church. You know—God’s people. Grace. Hope. Healing. But what I found… wasn’t that.

 

What I Needed and What I Got

I didn’t need smoke machines, Instagram-worthy sermon slides, or another “join a group” Sunday flyer shoved in my hand.
I needed someone to sit beside me, not stand above me.

I needed a faith community that would cry with me, not “pray over me and move on.”
I needed someone to say, “You’re not crazy. That trauma you buried? That pain you shoved down? God sees it—and He still calls you.”

But instead, I got spiritual distance. Platitudes. Leadership that felt more like a performance than presence. And silence.
So much silence.

 

Jesus Didn’t Stand on a Stage

The Jesus I read about didn’t need perfect lighting and a podium.
He sat beside outcasts. He touched the untouchable.
He didn’t host events—He entered pain. He listened. He wept. He bled.

And that’s the Jesus I needed.
That’s the Jesus I still believe in.
That’s the Jesus Mission:Redeemed was built to reflect.

 

Why I’m Here

I started this podcast, this ministry, and this messy little movement not because I had it together—but because I didn’t. And I’m guessing maybe you don’t either. And that’s okay.

 

Mission:Redeemed is for the ones who feel out of place in the pews.
For the ones whose trauma doesn't fit neatly into a “prayer request.”
For the ones who still want to believe—but need permission to be broken while doing it.

 

You’re Not Alone

If you've ever left church feeling more unseen than saved, this is for you.
If you’ve ever begged God for help and heard only silence, this is for you.
If your calm broke somewhere between the hospital shift, the courthouse steps, or the bedroom floor—this is for you.

 

Let’s Walk This Out Together

Mission:Redeemed isn’t a replacement for the Church. But it is a call to return to what the Church was always meant to be:
A place for the hurting. A refuge for the wrecked. A table where Jesus still pulls up a seat and says, “You’re exactly who I came for.”

Welcome to the journey.