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Born January 4th, many years ago in New York City, I was the only child of George and Catherine; actually their fifth child, but the only one to survive past birth. Mom used to say it was only when she stopped questioning the Lord, and simply accepted His will, that He finally answered her prayers for a surviving child; I thank God for her patience.
I grew up in New Haven, Connecticut. As a child I was taught piano for years by music majors at Yale University's Woolsey Hall; when mom died of cancer in 1970, my Dad and I moved to a small apartment with paper thin walls where a piano was not allowed: so I learned to play Dad's old Martin guitar. While attending Boston University's School of Engineering in the fall of 1970, I suffered a breakdown from grief over mom's passing, and couldn't properly devote myself to college: I needed more urgent answers to life and the emptiness in my heart than knowledge and career could provide.
Dropping out of school, I began spending endless hours at the Public Library in New Haven studying the ramblings of great philosophers, and found many interesting ideas; but none could hold up even during the half-hour bus ride home, leaving me once again sinking in shifting mental and spiritual sand: it was a hopelessly depressing time.
Then, one crisp Connecticut December morning, I awoke from a very vivid dream, in which lightning poured out of a stormy sky, lighting up the entire night with the distinct shape of a cross! As the scene withdrew and the cross of lightning faded as I awoke, it was as though the dream had been tangibly real, and the room and everything else in this present world seemed unreal! I then knew that, somehow, the answer I sought had something to do with Jesus Christ; but I had no idea how to appropriate it for myself, for my own soul. And this, in spite of having been an altar boy, Sunday School teacher, and choir member at my mainstream church for years! Somehow, I had never heard, or rather, never fully understood the simple truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and how Christ had paid the full price at Calvary for all my sins; nor that the Spirit of Christ Himself was waiting and yearning at this moment to enter my life and bring into it all the love and power of God. I had no idea that He could set me free forever from the confusion, hopelessness and despair in my life, if I wanted! I was so near, yet so far.
But the Holy Spirit was faithful: shortly after "the dream", I met up with an old high school friend on the street who invited me over to listen to some records (mostly secular artists singing songs about Christ); and he wisely, gently introduced me over several days to the possibility of knowing Jesus Christ. A few days later we attended a church service during which a former heroin addict gave powerful testimony of Christ delivering him; and at the end of the service I and several others tearfully and thankfully came forward to receive Jesus as our Lord and Saviour.
At that moment, it was as though all the love that had gone out of my life came flooding back all at once and filled every part of my being! And the Bible, the Word of God, only made that divine Love clearer and clearer with every verse I was shown, even as I read through tears of joy. Praise God, He alone is the Answer, and the wonderful End of all our searching and hoping!
Peter's Story . . .
We recently became aware of Peter Liam Holcross and the release of his debut album entitled "By The Blood of the Lamb". We were truly touched by the music and the lyrics, which resonate with the authenticity of a man's personal journey with the living Lamb of God. We are proud to designate Peter as our Current "Featured Artist" on Praise On Fire Radio and encourage you to listen for his music on our broadcast. Additionally, you will find Peter's story in his own words and links to where you can obtain his album below. ENJOY!
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