I love you, brother. I love you, sister.

Brothers and Sisters, sometimes I feel like none of you even know who I am, let alone whether you think I am weird.
But I know if you heard of this tragedy, that your prayers are helping keep me safe.
I haven't got any mail or e-mails (save one automatic response to the email…

— Steven Reynen (@StevenReynen) September 3, 2025

Brothers and Sisters, sometimes I feel like none of you even know who I am, let alone whether you think I am weird.

But I know if you heard of this tragedy, that your prayers are helping keep me safe.

I haven't got any mail or e-mails (save one automatic response to the email blast I sent to the denominations of Canada).

Maybe a few pizzas.

Our Abba puts gas in my gas tank when I really need it.

To God be ALL the Glory.

https://reynen.ca/a-letter-to-my-family-my-brothers-and-sisters-in-christ/

P.S. I got the year I was saved wrong. It was 2020 not 2019. I remember the event (obviously) and tons of details all around it, I just got a detail wrong. I need to construct a timeline.

Like The Royal gets it wrong that I started Prozac at 13. It was in Grade 7, when I was 12 I am pretty sure. (You start Grade 1 at the age of 6 according to my version of the internet)

If I die before we meet, know I can't wait to give you a hug.

I love you, brother. I love you, sister.

And if I do, know that even if I die alone, Our Abba, Christ Jesus, and the Holy Spirit were right there with me. Praise. The. LORD!