Life Stories

There is power in stories of life transformation.  It's really what God is most interested in.  At KGF, we celebrate the work God is doing in each one of us, and hope that you will be encouraged and challenged in your own walk as you read, listen to and watch some stories from this church family.


Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:21

Britt J

“Jesus loves me, this I know.” I actually don’t remember a time not knowing this. I grew up with parents who loved and followed Christ. They placed me in a Bible believing community, which encouraged me from a young age to find, love and serve Jesus.

Out of that childhood, came a clear understanding that God loved me. I was a sinner and that Jesus died on the cross to save me and reconcile me to God.


Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:20

Judith H

I was blessed to grow up in a God-following home. I don’t have a distinctive moment of conversion; I have a lifetime of God’s gentle calling me to Him. Without God, my life was fearful and aimless. My faith came alive in high school, when I was making choices about my career, my church, and my friends. God showed me, especially through music, art, and His creation that He created me – special, loved, His daughter. He has shown me through His Word that He is Lord, and that Jesus died for me. I am a sinner, and even though He is sinless, Jesus took my guilt for me to the cross. Through Christ, I know that I am a new creation! As I have grown in my relationship with the LORD, He has taken my fears away, and replaced them with peace and joy!


Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:18

Jonathan H

I was born into a Christian home in Vancouver, BC. From an early age, God and the local church played a key role in my life. I was raised in Kelowna since I was 2.

I accepted Jesus at an early age. I remember recommitting my life at Green Bay Bible Camp. Spring 1994 I made the choice to go through baptism and membership through Willow Park Church. Finishing high school and going through college I remember wondering is my faith real.



Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:16

Susan G

I grew up in a Catholic family. My parents were loving and caring but were “holiday” churchgoers. I knew they lived with a certain fear of God, and so adopted that attitude. I thought I knew who God was, but I did not know who Jesus was beyond a baby born at Christmas and the man who hung on the cross.


Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:14

Henry G

I was born into a large family being the 8th of 10 kids. Through high school, I lived for the weekend parties, sports and entertainment. I had some ethics and morals being raise in the Catholic Church but did not have a personal relationship with Christ.


Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:13

Nolan A

I grew up, if you could say that, in a Christian home in Tsawwassen, BC (south of Vancouver). My family attended church fairly regularly, and my parents had family devotions at least once a week. My mom would read stories about missionaries etc. and my dad would read from the Bible like he was a pastor. I think he missed his calling, except at home of course. J


Thursday, 07 March 2013 14:05

Jeanne A

I was born and raised in a Christian home. When I was seven years old I remember sitting on my mom’s lap and giving my heart to Christ. We attended church on Sundays (Sunday school, then both morning and evening services), mid-week Bible Study and Youth when I grew older. My parents were involved in choir as well as teaching Sunday School. Yes, we were one of those families who seemed to live at the church.


Tuesday, 13 November 2012 13:45


I grew up in Kelowna and was raised in a family that follows Christ and values involvement in the local church. I made a decision to follow Jesus at a young age and the desire to figure out how to do that well has been a regular part of my life thus far. My journey has been filled with many blessings for which I am grateful to God. Being immersed into a positive church family for my entire childhood and adolescence is a life-giving foundation I cannot disregard and something I hope to provide for my own children.

Tuesday, 13 November 2012 13:43


My journey with Christ has been a blessed one as of late. Having had the opportunity to pursue two degrees in Biblical studies and then teach at a Christian College in Saskatchewan - not to mention pastor the faculty and serve as a spiritual advisor to a group of students and a handful of young Christian men - I have experienced Christ and the work of his Spirit in countless ways over the last several years. Having a family in the midst of this added to the blessing, to be sure, but also contributed to a new ways of thinking about what it meant to be a Christian family. More than anything else, this has been the question on my mind of late, and our arrival here at KGF a few months back was like a gift from God in this regard as so much of the Church's focus seems to be circling around this very question.

Tuesday, 13 November 2012 13:41


Growing up in a small farming community, I first heard of God when I was about 7. It was during a family campfire one night, that I asked my parents what happened to us after we die. I recall quite distinctly, my mother telling me that, if we lived a life for God, when we die we go to a place called Heaven. This event left an indelible print inside of me. As the years advance and I entered my mid to late teens, I had a hunger to know more about God. My family believed in God, but we were never members of a church and sadly, I don’t recall having a Bible in our home, either.

At 19, I left home to attend university on my own strength and understanding. I flopped. I struggled with what felt like a depression and my marks followed suit. After only 3 semesters, I was within an inch of failing. One evening, I went for a walk and lifted up my prayer to the Lord for rescue. He answered my prayer as I returned to school for the 4th semester and immediately I began to flourish. I made some great new friends and my marks improve substantially.