Read the stories of the people of New City
Every week we add a new story from someone who calls New City Church home. Read below and get to know some of the stories behind the people who make up New City Church!
"As a graduating senior at Gardner-Webb University in May of 2016, New City Church followed me on Twitter and certainly peaked my interest as a new church launching in 2017. I thought I wanted to do church planting and the timing was right, so I reached out to Dylan and a few months later, joined the launch team. Fast forward to today and I am beginning my third year of seminary and my wife and I have been with New City from the beginning. I have been blessed with a staff position, serving and loving the local church, and an opportunity to learn more about ministry than I ever have. My “thoughts” of church planting have transformed into a passion and my goal in the coming years is to plant a church in Triad area of North Carolina that would go on to plant other churches around the globe. I am beyond grateful for the opportunities God has given me through New City Church.”
"My name is Jason. When people first meet me they often think that I am introverted and soft-spoken, but once comfortable my witty sense of humor and calm demeanor come out. I was born and raised in West Michigan, a lake town called Grand Haven. I guess you could say I am not afraid to follow God’s lead in my life. I am the first of four generations to leave the comfortability of “home” when called to. Though I always wanted to move somewhere warmer and out of Michigan, God lead me in the opposite direction to draw me nearer to Him and meet my loving wife, Katie. After three moves more north into a colder, snowier Michigan, God answered my/our prayers. Now we have been blessed to start a life here in Raleigh/Durham. Although we have left our families and familiarity, we are grateful to have found community and family at New City Church."
"I’m Chrissy, a mama of four boys and married to the most amazing guy around. Most of my life I lived in Tampa, Florida and enjoyed a traditional public school education. Yeah, I said enjoyed. I loved school! I never dreamed I’d be homeschooling my boys. I like to say I didn’t choose the homeschool life but rather it chose me. We believe it’s what the Lord wanted us to do with our children. It’s been such a blessing to be able to watch my boys learn and grow. After 7 years of homeschooling, I’m able to look back and see how God has worked through it. My boys have faced an array of medical struggles and being flexible with our schedule has been a huge benefit. Not everyone agrees with homeschooling and that’s ok. But it’s what works for our family of six and I’m grateful to do it! Oh, and if you’re wondering, my kids are social, almost too social. Haha!"
"My name is D’Lynn. I am a Native of Raleigh and love calling it home! I have loved growing up in the area and watching all of the growth and change taking place all over The Triangle. I grew up with an older brother who passed on to me a love for sports, especially football. I am a diehard NC State Wolfpack fan and in my free time there is no place I would rather be than in the stands at a football game cheering for the Wolfpack! I believe growing up in The Triangle has helped me succeed in my 13 year career as a real estate agent. Real Estate is such a blessing to me as it gives me the opportunity to meet new people and develop lasting relationships with them. It has also allowed me the opportunity to serve others and I can’t imagine anything more rewarding than that."
"My name is Lindy. I am a Junior at NC State majoring in Fashion and Textile Design. This summer I had the opportunity to work at Hunter Douglas in Broomfield, Colorado as a Textile and Material Design Intern. Some of my work included trend forecasting for 2020-2021, creating designs for digital printing on non-woven textiles, and developing color work for yarn dyed fabrics. Through this experience I also had the privilege of seeing Gods beautiful creation in another part of the country. The mountains in Colorado truly are a work of art, but even more so I loved admiring the view from the top. I’m excited to take what I’ve learned this summer both in my career and in my relationship with Christ and share it with others, and I’m so glad to be back in my community and fellowship at New City."
"Since I can remember, I’ve always wanted to coach basketball. I have been blessed to be able to coach travel basketball for the last 8 years. Currently NBA player Chris Paul sponsors our team, Team CP3. Within the last 8 years, I have coached in tournaments in at least 12 states from the West Coast to the East Coast. For the last 7 years, we have been competing at the highest level of travel basketball from 3rd-9th Grade.
We have had to teach many life lessons to the boys along this journey from triumph to defeat. Having our faith as our foundation and at the center of everything we do has allowed us to continue to grow as a team over the years. From prayer before games, to difficult conversations after games, it has always been centered on HIS love.
Many of the players that I have coached throughout the years have come from difficult circumstances, so being a basketball coach has only been part of the job. From families struggling financially, to kids struggling with their parents’ divorce, to kids not having a father figure in their life, we do this for much more than wins and trophies. We do this to mold these kids into Godly men in the hopes that one day they will mold our youth and even my own kids in the same way.
I am grateful to have my family’s support especially during basketball season and I am thankful for New City Church for being a place where we feel supported and welcome."
"My name is Ryan. I am the second of four brothers. I graduated from UNC Charlotte with bachelor degrees in mechanical engineering and physics and a minor in math (what a nerd). I work in RTP at Wolfspeed as an equipment engineer (it paid off). My favorite sport is soccer. I’ve played since I was four and continue to do so. My favorite professional team is Barcelona. Messi is the GOAT."
"When you get married, people often ask you one question. When are you going to have kids? For many, it's a simple question, but it was the question we dreaded most. Often, we would say, "In a few years" or "We're not sure." This was our solution to not talk about what was going on. The truth was, we have always wanted kids, but telling people that we may not ever be able to have our own was heartbreaking for us. Through lots of prayer, the love of Jesus, and support from our family and friends, we are so excited to announce we just finished our licensure class to become Foster Parents. We hope to be placed with a child as early as this month. We are scared, anxious, but most of all excited about this journey. We have been praying for this child for a long time, and can not wait to open up our home and love them. Whether it's for a few months or a lifetime, we can not wait to meet you, sweet child."
"When the subject of me being adopted comes up, a lot of people’s first reaction is that I’m joking. I don’t know if that has to do with my personality or the fact that when I think about it I am actually the only adopted person I know besides my brother Andy. I really struggled with being adopted when I was in middle school. I couldn’t figure out how someone could just give up a baby and walk the other way. What did that mean for my worth? Then when I was 14 and my brother was 18, his biological family contacted him because both our adoptions were closed and they had to wait until we were 18 to make any contact. My parents didn’t tell me about Andy’s parents contacting him for a long time and for a while I couldn’t understand why. I think now they were trying to protect me because when I turned 18 no one contacted me. Then 19, nothing. 20, nothing. I’m now 24 and nothing. It’s funny because now I think I’d be more disappointed if they did contact me. Arthur and Lynn Scott are my parents and Andy is my brother. I don’t feel adopted. I think sometimes people think it’s a feeling or a realization but it’s just a fact really. I don’t consider my parents as replacements or fill-ins. They’re my parents and I’m grateful every day that my birth mom had the courage and cared about me enough to let me go."
"My name is Justin. I'm the loving husband to Chelsea, and the proud father of Tyler, Amelia, and Zachary. I am also profoundly deaf, having lost my hearing to meningitis when I was nearly 3 years old. I underwent surgery to have a cochlear implant placed on the right side of my head about six weeks ago, and I was "activated" just last week. Through God's guidance, I am on the path to regaining more of my hearing, and it means so much to me to have the New City Church family by my side through this whole process. I give thanks each day for all the assistance and support I (and my family) have received from everyone."
“Both of us have lived in Europe at different times—David in Italy for his dad’s military career and Danielle for school and missions. God has used these experiences to show us our hearts for the lost in the postmodern world. Now we’re just weeks away from moving our family to Milan, Italy to start the next chapter of our story. Our prayer is that living life alongside Italians will be used to spread the Gospel into a city of 7 million and be a part of revival.”
“I’m a junior history major at NC State. During the summer I work at the Chick-fil-A in Wake Forest in order to save for my goal of law school. Every day I spend on campus helps to remind me of how thankful I am to be at State, and fuels my excitement for what God has in store. It’s awesome to be able to see how God is shaping my life through the people around me both at school and at work.”
"I was really fortunate growing up. I had a stable home environment, went to good schools, lived in a good neighborhood, had a great family (I'm pictured second from the left) and was part of a great church. I had a bunch of friends that lived in my neighborhood so there was always something to do. My parents always encouraged me in whatever I wanted to do. I met Jesus at a really young age and never went through anything all that difficult. By all accounts, I had a good life and a bright future. I graduated high school and headed off to college. Freshmen year was great and overall life was good. All of that changed 9 years ago today."
"I was playing in a band and we had a gig that night (it was a Saturday). I was walking around a mall in Fayetteville, NC, with one of the guys in the band, waiting for the other guys to arrive. That’s when my phone rang. It was one of my brother’s friends and I didn’t know why he was calling, so I let it go to voicemail. A few minutes later I listened to it. It was something I never expected to hear. But honestly, I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t panic. I assumed everything was actually going to be ok. I would stay in Fayetteville the rest of the day and play the show that night, and then head back home. I couldn’t have been more wrong."
"Something has happened to your Dad. We aren’t sure what it is but you should probably come home.” I’m sure there was a little bit more to the voicemail but that is all I can remember now. I then called him back, and a few other family friends. No one knew exactly what was happening but they all said I should come home. One friend asked if I really wanted to know what was happening, and I said yes. He told me he didn’t know everything, but the police were at my house and there was yellow caution tape around our property. My Mom wasn’t answering the house phone so I couldn’t talk to her. I didn’t have a car with me (I road up from Wilmington to Fayetteville with one of my bandmates). But soon after I got off the phone with my brother, one of my good friends and mentors (pictured left) arrived at the mall to pick me up. I called my older brother who was also in college at ECU when I got in the car. He said he didn’t know what was going on but he was at the gas station getting gas and would call me as soon as he got home. My younger brother (I’m the middle of the three sons) was in Florida with my grandparents on vacation. Shortly after hanging up, we got on the highway, that’s when my friend put his hand on my shoulder shared with me I could never have imagined."
“Dylan, your dad was pronounced dead at the hospital this morning.” It’s hard to describe the feeling and sensation that went through my body after hearing those words. Immediately I lost it and cried most of the 45-minute drive back home (Cary, NC). However, even during that car ride, I could sense the Holy Spirit telling me “it will be ok.” When we got to the house, I could barely get out of the car and walk. We got inside and went the living room. Everyone that was at our house went outside, and I sat next to my mom on the couch. My older brother and one of my mom’s good friends also stayed, as well as one of the other pastors from our church (also a good family friend). My family was really connected to the church we were a part of. My Mom was on staff and my dad was an elder. We had Saturday evening and Sunday services, so by the time I got there our lead pastor was gone as he had to get ready for our Saturday services. So the pastor that was there was the one that delivered the news. He was sitting on the coffee table and asked me if I wanted to know what happened. I said “yes.” He told me that my dad had taken his own life that morning. Immediately I fell to the floor and cried."
"Later that day, my younger brother arrived back to our house with our grandparents. Someone had called my grandmother earlier that day with the news. They were back from Florida at this time but my brother was still with them in Statesville, NC (about two hours away). Immediately my grandparents packed up and headed to our house, the whole time not being able to tell my brother what was happening. When they arrived that evening, he still had no idea what was going on. He came into the living room and we told him Dad had died. After some time, he stayed in the living room with our Mom and the rest went out to unload our grandparent's car as they were going to be staying with us for a few days. As I was carrying a suitcase up the stairs I heard my younger brother let out a wail. Immediately I knew why; he had just been told how Dad died. What a terrible day."
"A few days later we had my Dad’s memorial service. He was a quiet and reserved guy, so we were stunned to see over 1,000 people there. But at the same time, we weren’t. My Dad loved and served a lot of people, and it clearly showed. I spoke briefly at the service. After which, one friend came up and hugged me and said: “you’re going to be a preacher one day!” I didn’t say anything, but immediately thought, “it’s my Dad’s funeral, anyone in my situation would have everyone’s attention regardless of what they said because of the moment.” A few weeks after my dad’s service, however, he turned out to be right. I began to feel God leading me to pursue not just ministry in the future, but church planting. And now my story has and will impact many people. I’m living proof that God really can use the worst of situations for his glory and our good. And my Mom, she’s been so strong and faithful through all of it. If you need to talk to someone about dealing with grief, she’s your person."
"One of the hardest things about all of this is that my Dad was an amazing Dad. He loved Jesus, served his family, was really generous, and always put others first. I still remember one Wednesday evening when we were eating at Subway near our house (we went there a good bit together). My Dad got to know the manager of the store pretty well, so they were talking. I was getting impatient because I hate being late to things, and we had Wednesday night church activities to get to. I’ll never forget when we left, he got in the car and said, “Dylan, people are always more important than a church service or something else you have to go do.” He was such a great Dad. But depression is a powerful thing, and he had been battling it for about 6 months. Obviously much more than any of us realize. Unfortunately, a lot of guys today say things like “I don’t want to be anything like my Dad with my kids.” I had such a great example, I had the blueprint. If I could be anything like my Dad was with my kids and my wife, I’ll do pretty good. There is so much more to say about this, but I’ll end by simply saying this. I love you Dad. Thank you for showing me how to be a man, how to follow Jesus, and how to put people first (still working on that one). New City wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for you."
"We moved to the Triangle after getting married in 2016 and immediately jumped on board the mission of the future New City Church. It has been such a blessing for us to watch God work and be glorified from a townhome living room to where we are now. Seeing how much time and work is put into planting a church is humbling, but it makes every week and every win that much more rewarding. We are so excited for this next season of our life and can’t wait to see how God will use us in Tennessee, but we are confident that we wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for New City Church. God has brought people into our lives and grown relationships that we will never forget, and we can’t wait to watch New City continue to flourish and grow from a distance!"
"I’m a senior veterinary student at NC State. On May 9th I started my clinical year. For the past two weeks, I’ve been in the neurology service, seeing patients, scrubbing into surgeries, and learning as much as possible. I feel beyond blessed that this is the career God has blessed me with and look forward to continuing to soak up as much knowledge as I can to help my future patients and through that, help their owners. My next rotation is exotics so I look forward to starting that in a few weeks."
"Back in 2005 I seriously injured my back for the first time. Since then, I have injured it a further six times resulting in three separate herniated discs. As a result of these injuries, and a poor diet, I gained around 115 lbs. in ten years.
As the injuries got progressively worse, my eating and exercise habits followed suit. After a while, I was experiencing tremendous debilitating pain in my left leg, and after one flare up, constant numbness in my right foot. Something had to be done. After several attempts to “fix” the problem, I broke down and went to a back surgeon. He said he could repair me, but would not do it at my current weight.
That was all the motivation I needed to finally agree to Bariatric Surgery. After a drawn-out pre-certification process, I had a Duodenal Switch procedure performed on 04/13/18. Essentially, they removed 80% of my stomach and rerouted my intestines to created a malabsorption track (my body absorbs a lot less now).
After a rough two week pre-surgical diet, I have been slowing progressing to normal food intake. My diet consists of mostly protein, but I am starting to add some vegetables (after surgery my stomach could only hold two ounces). It’s about an 8-12 month process back to normal food intake.
Now, on to the results. At seven weeks post-op, I have lost approximately 60 lbs. My doctor has taken me off my high blood pressure and cholesterol meds. I have not taken my Type 2 Diabetes meds since the surgery, and my blood sugar is stable. I have started swimming again, and I’m already back to two miles per workout.
Perhaps the best result is that Barbara spends more than me at restaurants now. Also, the first time she hugged me and her arms wrapped all the way around me again made it all worth it. It’s amazing how God puts all the puzzle pieces of our lives together. We praise him in the good times, and we especially praise him in the bad times. I remember being barely able to stand, and thanking God for my pain. He has rewarded me greatly for my trust and faith.
There is still a long way to go, but I expect my acting and modeling careers to take off soon. I mean, I was HOT before, but now I will be thin too. It’s just not fair to everyone else. At least my ego will stay the same..."
"I (on the right) have trained in Martial arts throughout my life with various people/styles. Starting with Judo training in Japan at the age of 4 in 1963, competing in various tournaments including the Junior Olympics. In 1989, 3 of my sons and I in began training in Tang Soo Do. It is known as an aggressively defensive style rather than a sport. Grandmaster Jae Joon Kim, one of the original and highest ranking Korean Masters to immigrate to the US to promote Tang Soo Do (he tested and promoted Chuck Norris to the rank of Master) personally tested me for 1st through 5th degree Blackbelt.
We have a small school at my home, where we strive to positively impact lives, maintaining traditional martial arts values in a Christian environment. We held classes at a local church for several years as a community outreach before joining New City. The feedback we have received on how we have impacted lives is what motivates us to continue our program.
Several of my students and I tested and were promoted for various degrees of black belt on May 12, 2018. I tested for 8th Degree, it was last physical test that is administered for rank. 9th degree is a bestowed rank and is honorary. Brian, one of my sons (on the left) tested for 5th Degree Blackbelt. It was great to test with him as we tested for 1st degree together and my last test was with him also. These are memories of a lifetime.
I am more proud of my students' progress than if my own. Their success is a reflection of our values, teaching and impact it has on their lives."
"Having a 3 year old and a newborn has pushed me into this weird season where I feel like I’m not enough and that there’s not enough. Not enough time, not enough sleep, not enough coffee, not enough hands to meet all the needs, not enough patience, not enough strength to meet everyone’s expectations- especially my own. All while at the same time I’m experiencing what also feels like an abundance. An abundance of coos, smiles, cuddles, feelings, and help. I am so thankful for all the love and help I’ve received in this new season. Sweet friends who have cared for my kids so I can get work done. My Mom who has sacrificed so much time, and sleep to help me. My husband who works hard to care for the kids and for me. Dunkin Iced coffee that pushes me through the afternoon. Lots of meals and prayers sent. And most of all in this season of not enough and yet an abundance, I am extremely thankful for Jesus. Thankful that Jesus is enough when I am not, that His grace is sufficient for all my weaknesses and failures. Thankful that He has blessed me with beautiful children and a wonderful community."
"When I was in middle school, I couldn't wait to get to high school and the same thing happened with high school going into college. Especially junior and senior year which felt like 4 years instead of two. Now that I'm in college, I don't really care too much about moving on to the next stage in life. College is awesome and it makes me wish life would pause here and drag on a little longer than it should. But unfortunately the opposite has happened and in the time it took me to say “Wolfpack,” I've completed two years of schooling. There's only two more years of me getting to live with my friends, not paying to get into sporting events, and having access to Howling Cow ice cream at all times. So I'm going to make sure I make the most out of the two years I have left at NC STATE. Go Pack!"
"My mornings usually start with one of two scenarios—Jackson crying in only that incessant newborn way that he’s starving to eat or with Kaleb turning off his fan and calling out “good dreams!” to signal he’s ready to leave his room and take on the day. Either way, our day starts with a loud bang of noise! And continues this way—whether it be Jackson cooing in his newly found voice or crying to be fed. Or louder still, Kaleb smashing trucks, throwing balls in the house or giggling as George chases him around the house barking. Somehow in the chaos of it all, we wind down the evening with calm and sweetness. Jackson snuggled in my arms sleeping while Kaleb peppers him with kisses or Kaleb on our laps cuddled with a blanket as we read him books. Either way, sometimes my brain could explode with the chaos but that’d be fine because my heart is beyond happy in my world of boys."