About Zero FG — The Real Story

I didn't grow up in church.

I grew up in survival mode.

Eight kids. A mother with undiagnosed bipolar disorder who could go from zero to terrifying in seconds. I was eight years old the night she screamed at my father to get us dressed because she was taking us to the orphanage. Almost 60 years later I can still hear her voice.

You learn fast in a house like that. You learn to read the room. You learn to duck and cover. You learn that the only person you can count on is yourself.

God wasn't part of the equation. The closest we came to church as kids was driving past one on the way somewhere else.

Except for one night.

I was nine years old, alone in the basement, small TV in the corner. Some kind of church service came on. People were singing. And something happened that I still can't fully explain — a warmth, a peace, something I had never felt in that house. Ever. I didn't know what it was. I filed it away and kept surviving.

Years later I watched people use faith as a weapon. A first marriage to a woman whose family used God to keep me from my own daughter. Five court appearances just to see my child. I watched Jimmy Swaggart cry on demand and Jim and Tammy Baker build an amusement park with other people's money. I called PTL the "Pass the Loot Club" and I meant it.

I wasn't rejecting God. I was rejecting the counterfeit.

There's a difference. It took me a long time to understand that.

When I was 25 I met Bob. Vietnam veteran. A man who once sat alone with a revolver in his hand and didn't pull the trigger because something stopped him. He became my best friend — 42 years and counting. He never pushed. He never showed up with 50 cars in my driveway trying to pressure me into a prayer. He just lived it. And one day in his garage he led me through a prayer to accept Christ.

Afterward I asked myself honestly — did I do that for him or for God?

I didn't know. So I kept searching.

It wasn't until this past year that I finally understood.

It's not about being a better person. It's not about performance or attendance or having the right answers. It's about coming to the end of yourself and realizing — I cannot do this. I need Christ.

That's it. That's the whole thing.

I think about Moses — 80 years old, tending sheep in the desert, probably convinced his moment had passed. And that's exactly when God showed up. God is patient. He waited 60 years for me. I don't deserve that grace. But here it is.

Zero FG exists because of that journey.

Not for the comfortable. Not for the ones who grew up with the right family and the right church and the clean testimony. For the ones who've been through it. For the survivors. For the people whose families think "the Jesus stuff" is too much. For the ones who've seen the counterfeit and walked away — not from God, but from the performance.

Uncompromising faith. Unapologetic gear.

This is for the defiant.

— Glenn