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What’s your story?

Don’t we all love a good story?

It is my desire that this blog include disciple maker and discipleship training stories for the benefit of the readers.

I have been a disciple maker for more than 20 years and I will confess that few of those disciples went on to make disciples.  I have met even fewer Christians who have been discipled.  From my perspective, there is a big black hole in today’s church when it comes to disciple making.

Due to the lack of disciple making in today’s church, your stories can add immense value to other’s lives by telling them how you were discipled and how you make disciples.

You can submit your disciple maker or discipleship training story by emailing it to us at

Guidelines for Stories:

  • No more than 1,500 words
  • Your story will be edited, if needed, at the discretion of
  • Keep your story to the subject of discipleship or disciple making

Here are some questions to prompt your writing process:

  1. If you were discipled, how long ago, by whom (no names necessary), how long were you in discipleship training?
  2. What material was used to disciple you?
  3. What was the setting of your discipleship training?  (restaurant, home, church, etc.)
  4. Did your disciple maker take you out to do street ministry, dormitory ministry, evangelism?
    1. In other words, was there a practical aspect to your discipleship training?
  5. What impact did discipleship training have on your life?
  6. Would you recommend discipleship training for others?
  7. Did you become a disciple maker?
  8. If yes, what are your methods of disciple making?
  9. If you are a disciple maker, what materials and methods do you employ?
  10. What is the duration of your discipleship training?

My Disciple Maker Story

My Disciple Maker Story
By Melissa Schuerer

Before I Knew Christ

Let me set the stage with a white, middle-class, agricultural environment where everyone I knew celebrated the Christian holidays of Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Add a healthy education in American Christian culture of the 20th Century and you have a real life Norman Rockwell existence.

I grew up in a Christian culture, but not a Christian home. My parents never attended church, but they took me and my siblings to Sunday school until we were in junior high.

My third grade public school teacher taught the entire class to memorize and recite The Lord’s Prayer before we went to lunch. I knew the Christmas story of Christ’s birth, the Easter story of His resurrection, Adam and Eve, and Jonah and the whale. This was the extent of my Christian education as a child and young adult.

My growing up was lived mostly in the 1960s where the hippy movement was toppling the Christian culture in America with a message of free love. It was basically a do-as-you-please counter culture that was frightening to me as a young adolescent due to the strict rules of conduct I had been raised under, but a little intriguing as well. It was during these years that I made a choice to not give any mind to Jesus or God. However, I secretly admired my peers who were raised in church by church-going families – they were much more settled than I. Continue Reading