My Testimony. Part 1

As you’ve probably gathered by now, the Promise Cross isn’t just another design for me—it’s the heart of what I do. It’s the cornerstone of Iron Chinchilla and the piece that started it all. Since first creating it back in 2000, I’ve been blessed to sell, donate, and give away more of them than I could ever count. And yet, every single one is still made the same way as that very first cross in my garage—by hand, one at a time, with just the bare essentials and a whole lot of heart.

What you might not see just by looking at this bent iron cross, with its simple heart balanced at the center, is the deeper story—the moment of inspiration that brought it to life. That story is deeply personal. It’s about my faith, my search for purpose, and the encounter that changed everything for me. So I decided to do something a little scary and very real: share my testimony—my story of salvation—right here, out in the open, for anyone who might need to hear it.

I know the word “salvation” means different things to different people. For me, it means one thing, and one thing only—and I hope that as you read, you’ll begin to understand what that is.

This is my journey. It’s raw, it’s imperfect, and it’s mine. But I share it in the hope that someone out there—someone scrolling or searching—might find a flicker of light in it, a thread to pull, a door opening that maybe seemed forever shut.

The Promise Cross is my best attempt to express, through art, the answers I’ve found in a world that can feel unbearably complicated. It’s just one piece of a much bigger picture. But maybe, just maybe, it’s the piece that helps you find the next step in yours.

Thank you for taking the time to be here.