This Sunday, September 12, we will kick off our BVC Family Fun Day by meeting on the new property for our Sunday Celebration Services.  We will have ONE service at 10:00 a.m.  Don’t forget to bring your lawn chair.


FROM BVC – North on 220 for 2.7  miles.  Then turn left on Ogden Farm Road (Immediately after Bridge)  Proceed .4 miles and go straight on Howard Sions Road.  Travel Howard Sions Road for one mile and take left onto Corridor H Highway.  GO PAST HOPELESS LANE!  (Seriously) BVC Property entrance is on the right.



Last month Sara, Carson and I were in our TV room when we began to pick up on the smell of a skunk.  I wasn’t too concerned by it, every now and then one will pass through our neighborhood looking for an easy meal from a trash can or dog dish, so it wasn’t a big deal.  We were getting a kick out of Carson pinching his nose and informing us every 3.7 seconds that skunks smell terrible, when we began to realize  that the ominous odor wasn’t fading as usual but was getting worse.  So being the responsible provider and protector of my family that I am, I put on my manly persona and out the door I went to investigate.  As I walked out the front door and onto our sidewalk I noticed that Sara was coming behind me and I almost asked her to go back inside and wait until I had cleared the area of any present danger, but noticing the opportunity to show off some of my “man skills” I said nothing and continued the important task of finding our smelly guest.   This decision would prove to be beneficial to my well being.

After a quick look around the front of my property I decided that it would be wise to check out the cellar style basement that is under the old part of our house.    The entrance to this basement is covered by a long heavy door that lays over the stairwell.  With Sara standing on the sidewalk, weak in the knees from my brave, testosterone rich search for the stinky beast, I heaved the door from its resting place and shined my flashlight down the stairwell.   What happened next sends chills down my spine to this very day.  There laying at the bottom of the stairs was a skunk.   Time stood still.  Images of my life passed before my eyes.  OK, maybe that’s stretching it a bit, but it was an intense moment to say the least and it was about to get worse.  As my brain raced at supersonic speed trying to find a solution to this dilemma my wife let out a blood curling scream and as I glanced down,  there within inches of my feet, was another skunk.  All my manliness went out the window as I stared down the business end of that black and white stink machine.  I dropped the door and ran like Forrest Gump.   In case you don’t know, skunks don’t care for loud noises such as basement doors slamming over their heads.  When that door slammed he let off a vile cloud of toxic fumes the likes of which I have never smelled before.  This stench was then sucked in to our central air conditioning unit which sets in the new part of the basement and was promptly distributed throughout the house turning our once quiet and peaceful home into a den of wretched misery.

If I had space and time I would chronicle my heroic war on these vile beasts and my efforts to reclaim the property that was rightly mine.  I would also detail all the  home remedies and concoctions that we brought to bear on the situation and tell you which ones killed the smell and which ones about killed us, but I’ll have to save that for later perhaps.

I do want to let you in on this part of the story and hopefully bring this to an inspirational thought for today.  In the flurry of activity that followed I discovered that the family of skunks had made their way in through a small hole under the old part of the house that led through a crawlspace and ultimately into the cellar/basement.  I haven’t been in the back yard much this summer and didn’t even notice that the holes were there, but obviously the skunks did.

We took care to lock our doors.  We made sure that our windows were locked and sealed up tight.  But while we were locking our doors and keeping our windows shut,  there in the back part of our home was an opening that I didn’t realize simply because I failed to pay attention this summer to that part of our property.

The pastor in me is constantly on the look out for the next sermon, and through all of this I couldn’t help but think about the “skunks of life”  that we all have to deal with.  Now you are probably thinking that I inhaled too many fumes throughout this ordeal, but think about it.  All of us know that there are some nasty things out there that can really stink up our families, our careers, our happiness.  These skunks are roaming around just looking for an opening into our lives and it doesn’t take much of an opening to allow them in.

So the meat of this blog post is simply this;  IS YOUR LIFE SKUNK PROOF?  What weak areas can you identify that the smelly things of life can sneak into and set up residence?  Have you examined your marriage lately?   Do your kids know for sure that you love them and you believe in them 100%?  Is your quiet time with God on track?

My encouragement for you today is to examine your life.  Don’t leave anything to chance.  I have learned this important lesson:  IT IS FAR EASIER TO SEAL UP HOLES THAN IT IS TO DRIVE OUT SKUNKS.

Be blessed and as always, I’m praying God’s best for you.



Join us tomorrow, September 12 for our Believers Victory Center Family Fun Day.    The first part of our day will begin on our new property at 10:00 a.m. as we take our Sunday morning service outdoors. (Click HERE for the back-up plan in the event of rain)  After the service, feel free to walk around the property and check out the future home of the Believers Victory Center.

The second part of the day will be held at Brighton Park and promises to be a wonderful time for the entire family. Our picnic will begin at 5:00 p.m. and will feature Greg & Karen Riggleman’s special recipe, pit barbecue chicken as well as a bunch of other homemade goodies.

After dinner it’s time to play!   There will be a merry go round, a super slide, and those awesome carnival swings that all the kids go crazy for.  And to be sure we don’t run out of energy, the Moorefield Volunteer Fire Company will be on site giving out snow cones and cotton candy, and it’s all free of charge.

Now we could stop here and it would be a great day, but you know how we roll, we have to finish off with a bang, and I do mean a bang.  At 8:30 p.m. the Starfire Corporation will unleash an awesome fireworks display to cap off our day of food, fellowship, & fun.

Chris, what do I need to bring?  Great question, thanks for asking.  If each family could bring a covered dish, preferably with something in it, that would be great.  You may also want to bring a lawn chair.  Believe me, you will need to set down after you eat the barbecue chicken!

So mark your calenders, grab a friend or two, and plan to have a great time with us as we enjoy the day together with our BVC family.

Use the comment box below to let us know if you plan on coming and don’t forget to share this event with your friends on Facebook or Twitter.

I hope to see you there.

Brighton Park Directions

For any other questions, please call the Believers Victory Center office at 304-530-3299.  Or drop us an email at

Curently I’m in an epic battle with a family of skunks under my family room.  No time to explain, I will blog about it once I have driven these foul devils from my property and reclaimed what is rightfully mine. However, I just received word from Jeanette Keller that I wanted to pass along to everyone:  RALPH KELLER IS COMING HOME TODAY!  Oh yeah.  How’s that for some good news.  God is a good God!

THE REASON RALPH IS COMING HOME IS BECAUSE THE TEST ARE NOT SHOWING ANY CANCER. He is doing great!   I know this town.  Wanted to be sure everyone is clear on this.  🙂 

Ok, back to this monumental struggle with the skunks.  Pray for me please. 


IGNITE Youth Camp 2010 will be remembered as a huge success.  The BVC Youth Department, led by Pastor Scott & Renee Fawley absolutely knocked it out of the park.

As the Lead Pastor of Believers Victory Center I am aware of the work that it takes to pull off a camp this size and I couldn’t be more proud of all the volunteers and BVC staff that made this year’s camp great.

My deepest gratitude goes out to the following people:

Pastor Scott & Renee Fawley – Guys, you have been a breath of fresh air to me personally and this ministry.   The IGNITE Youth Department and the Believers Victory Center is blessed to have quality people like you on board.

Amanda Ours – I know the work you put into this camp and I am really proud of you.  Can’t imagine what kind of mess we would have had without your organization on the front end of this great project.

CAMP COUNSELORS – Sharon Wratchford, Tammy Gilbert, Jessica Crites, Kyle Stump, Jared Wratchford, Roger Ours, Rita Young – Can’t even begin to describe how thankful I am for you all.  Taking a week of your vacation time to invest in our youth is simply amazing.  I know your investment is going to have huge returns.  Thank you so much.

Lee & Norman – Thanks for staying up all night and keeping everyone safe.  You guys rock.

KITCHEN STAFF – Brenda Smith, Harry Smith, David Smith, Deb Sites, Deb Metheny, & Kathy Whetzel  – Once again, you did an outstanding job at keeping us all well fed.  Thank you so much for the hard work.  I don’t want to think of doing camp without great people like you in the kitchen.

Brian Miller – You dedication to the Kingdom and to our church amazes me.  From being our resident trucker, to helping our Sound Team set up, to being a camp counselor, you did everything with excellence and joy.  Thanks for being flexible.  Can’t imagine doing ministry without people like you.

BVC PRAISE TEAM – Mike & Jose Lobo, Hunter Williams, Brian Wilson, Kyle Stump, Sharon Ours, Loretta Spencer, Denise Hose, Shane Keplinger, Carter Williams, Amanda Ours, Kenya Hinger  – Thank you for rushing to camp each night to help lead our youth in praise.  You did good.  Real good.

BVC SOUND & TECH TEAM – Jimmy Sherman & Joe Young – Thanks for making us all sound good.  Few realize the work that goes into setting up audio for an event like this.  You guys did great.  Thank you so much.

Chris Devault – You presence at camp this year was much needed and very much appreciated.  Felt like old times again.  We all love you and miss you deeply.  Thank you so much for the great help.

Mitch & Teresa Pennington, Krista & Shannon, Hunter Williams – Many thanks for staffing the amusement stations in the blazing heat.  The kids, little and big, had a blast.

MEDICAL TEAM – Pam Elmore, Amy Kump, Deb Smith – Ladies, you are all awesome!  Thanks for being on hand to keep us well.

Seth Franco – You got some mad skills bro.  Our campers were really touched by your message.  Thanks for coming to WV.

Chad Furlong – From San Diego to WV.  WOW.  Can anyone say culture shock!  Thanks for being with us all week.  You connected in a deep way with the campers.  I am so thankful for you.

Shane & Tina Keplinger – Thank you both.  The animals were a huge hit and the lesson you tied in with it was perfect.  You guys are awesome.

BVC Congregation – Thanks for being a “Youth Friendly” church.  Without your support and giving, none of this would be possible.

THE CAMPERS – Thanks for coming to IGNITE Youth Camp 2010.  You are the best.  I am so excited to see the great things that you will do in this life as you STAND for HIM.

ANYONE I MISSED – I won’t be so naive to think that I remembered everyone, so if I missed you, please know that I am grateful for the part you played in our youth camp.

If you were involved with this year’s camp,
take a moment and leave us a comment about your experience.
We would love to hear from you.

Praying God’s best for you.


Last night we kicked off the first night of IGNITE Youth Camp 2010 at Camp Pinnacle and it was outstanding.   Tonight promises to be even better, so what are you waiting on?  Grab a lawn chair and come  to Camp Pinnacle tonight at 7:00 p.m. and join us for the evening service.  You’ll be glad you did!

Tomorrow, the body of Pastor Glenden Berg will be properly laid to rest.  He was my friend and I’m going to miss him.

Pastor Berg proudly served his nation during the Vietnam war.  He was a man’s man.  His skill at building and fixing things amazed me.   He was a loving pastor to a great church and a wonderful husband and father.

During a very troubled time in my life, Pastor Berg prayed for me and helped my family.  When I came through this time he was quick to put his arm around me and tell me that God had great plans for my life.  He so believed that God had a plan for me that he allowed me to preach at his church when my preaching left a lot to be desired.

Over a decade ago I stood at an altar with the love of my life and Pastor Berg united us in marriage.  I remember being afraid that I would mess up repeating my vows,  so when Pastor Berg said, “Repeat after me; I Chris, take you Sara, to be my wedded wife” I looked directly at him and began to repeat the words he just spoke and without missing a beat he said, “Don’t tell me, tell her.”

After our vows, Pastor Berg began to inform Sara and I, as well as everyone in attendance, of how the marriage bed is undefiled and how sex in marriage is a wonderful gift that God has given us.  Although I couldn’t have agreed with him more, our faces were so red that I thought they could have burst into flames at any time.

When it comes to passion for the gospel and love for people, Pastor set the bar high and I have a long way to go to reach the mark that he set.   He was the kind of guy that was genuinely happy for you.   My success as a pastor hasn’t been celebrated by everyone, but many times Pastor Berg would shake my hand and pull me in close and tell me how proud he was of me and not one time did I ever not believe it.

As I type this,  there sets a box of communion bread on my bookcase that Pastor gave me a couple weeks ago.  Somehow we forgot to order it and I didn’t notice until Saturday night,  so without hesitation I picked up the phone and called him and in true Pastor Berg fashion he told me to come right over, he would let me have some of his.  That box of communion wafers may not seem like much to anyone else, but to me it’s a reminder of how Kingdom minded Pastor was.  It wasn’t just about his church, or his ministry, it was about advancing the Kingdom of God and he knew that we all have a part to play.

I need to wrap this up.  In a short time I will go to the church that Pastor built with his own hands and will pay my respect to him and his family.  I don’t want to.  I don’t even want to accept that he’s not around anymore.  I’m a little mad that I didn’t get to say goodbye.  We lived on the same street and I’m sad that I won’t be able to stop by and watch his eyes light up as he talked about end time events.  I can’t call him up and bum communion bread anymore and I won’t be able to answer my phone “Jehovah’s Witness Kingdom Hall, Chris speaking” when he calls my office and hear him say, “All I want to know is do you know Jesus down there?”  I know I’m a pastor and I’m supposed to say super spiritual things in a moment like this, but I don’t think God will mind me being honest enough to say that I don’t like this one bit.

That’s my raw emotions, the human side that is hurting that he is gone from this earth.  It’s also my selfish side, because I know Pastor is having the time of his life right now.  I guess I have to go back to the words of Paul the apostle when he said  “For we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen.  For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”  I don’t like what we can see, but what we can’t see is that Sunday morning, June 27,  Pastor Glenden Berg finished his course and stepped into a glory that we can’t imagine and stood before his God and I tell you this, God wasn’t meeting with a stranger, or someone that He didn’t know, but standing before the throne last Sunday was someone well known with God.   I would have loved to have seen the look in Pastor’s eye when he heard the words “WELL DONE THY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT, ENTER NOW INTO THE JOY OF THE LORD.”

Tomorrow, the body of Pastor Glenden Berg will be properly laid to rest.  He was my friend and I’m going to miss him.


Hello everyone!   I am sorry it has been so long since my last blog.  It’s been crazy busy at Believers Victory Center, but what an exciting time in the history of our church.

We recently finished a two day video shoot with Medius Video  Productions for our upcoming Capital Campaign to raise funds for our new complex.   If anyone is in the market for an awesome video for your business or church, Medius Productions is the way to go.  Jeff & Joe Duncan are professionals that have traveled the world and worked with the biggest names in news and entertainment.  Long story short:  THEY ROCK! You can check out their website at

After the big weekend of the video shoot,  my son and I hit the golf course.  I really wanted to spend some time with him since I was so busy over the weekend.  Carson has his own tiny clubs and a little bag to carry them around in.  Of course I have a very biased opinion, but he really is cute with his little golf bag on his shoulder,  marching up to the tee box ready to swing away.  He has such a great attitude toward the game too.  Every shot is a great shot to him, no matter where it goes.  I, on the other hand, have a long way to go to get my attitude where it needs to be when I’m on the golf course!  There’s my public confession for this week, let’s move on now.

As Carson and I gave it our best at the course, I began to think that I should have planned something more for our day together.  He’s been to the golf course many times, it’s no huge deal.  Sure he likes it, but I began to feel guilty that I didn’t get the boat out and take him to a lake, or plan some excursion to a petting zoo.  As these thoughts were running through my mind, my four year old climbs in the golf cart and gives me this huge hug and says, “We’re golfing buddies aren’t we?”  I squeezed him real tight and assured him that we are  most definitely “golfing buddies” and as I did it hit me like a ton of bricks that my son has a distinct way of seeing the value in the little things of life.    Carson could have cared less about the venue or the expense of the trip, all he cared about was spending time with his dad.  Up to that point in the day I would have judged it as a small thing compared to what we could have experienced together, but my son reminded me that there is great value in the little things of life.

We continued around the course,  failing to set any records, but having a great day together and I began to think about the verse of scripture found in Song of Solomon chapter two, verse fifteen.  It reads; “Catch us the little foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards….”  As I pondered on this particular verse I thought about how many times we overlook what we consider the little things, but it’s the little things that add up to make a big deal.

Have you ever considered that  little things have the ability to destroy big things?  Little foxes spoil grape vines; little germs ruin health; a little hole in a dam causes floods; little snowflakes stopped Napoleon from conquering Russia.  Many times the seemingly little things of life go unnoticed until they add up to large problems. Businesses suffer when there is a lack of attention to detail. Marriages are often in turmoil not because of one big thing, but due to a collection of little things over the years.

The wise man that penned the verse of scripture was concerned about his vineyard. It would be safe to assume that he had already protected his vineyard from the larger, more obvious threats such as the cattle, or possibly even the camels by constructing a fence to keep the obvious dangers out. But in addition to protecting against the large, obvious threats to his vineyard, he also gave an order to “catch for us the foxes, the little foxes” because he knew that during the night the little foxes could slip past the large cattle, and the enormous camels, and creep under the fence that was built to keep the obvious out and destroy the precious vines.

Often we are prepared for the obvious and we go to great lengths to guard against the large things of life, and this is good, but many times we miss little opportunities. Such as, telling our spouse how much we love them before rushing off to begin our day, or little chances to let our children know we are proud of them. Too many times the little moments of life pass us by.

Had it not been for my “golfing buddy” I might have missed the significance of our simple day together and let a little moment pass by without realizing it’s value.   Let’s aim to not let the little things of life pass us by, remember, it’s the “little foxes” that spoil the vines.

As always, I’m praying God’s best for you.