Chaplain Tim Goodwin

I’m a Christian, but not the kind they dress up for Sunday and parade in silence. My faith ain’t for show—it’s blood, bone, and breath. I believe in the Trinity, in the raw salvation of Jesus Christ, and in living what you say. My gospel don’t exclude. It don’t shame. If you’re alive, you matter. Period. My faith don’t stop at any church door. It walks through alleys, courtrooms, bus stops, and shelters—where dignity’s got to be defended, not just preached.

I served during the Vietnam era. Volunteered. Not for glory—not for orders—but because war leaves people broken on all sides. I didn’t carry the Word to win—I carried it to heal. I didn’t pick up a weapon—I picked up pain, and tried to ease it wherever I found it. That experience didn’t turn me into a preacher—it made me a witness. I saw what hate does. I saw what silence lets happen. And I knew I had to speak.

Now I’m a truth-teller. I’ve seen too much to stay quiet. I speak against tyranny, hate, corruption, lies, and every twisted mask power puts on to hide cruelty. I don’t preach for applause. I speak for the ones no one sees. I stand with the people the system gave up on. I raise my voice not to be heard, but to remind the world who it’s ignoring.

I’m a husband, a father, a grandfather. That’s the ground I stand on. I raise love, not just kids. I hand down truth, not just stories. Every lesson I teach comes from something I had to survive.

I’ve got love for what’s raw and real. Art that bleeds, stories that burn. I believe in the kind of expression that pulls no punches and prays with fists open. That’s where I meet the world—where pain and beauty sit side by side and don’t flinch.

I walk this life with one mission: speak truth where it’s been buried, walk love into the dark, and stand up for what’s right, even when no one else does. I don’t care what you believe or where you’ve been. If you’re hurting, I see you. If you’ve been silenced, I’ll speak. If you’ve been stepped on, I’ll stand with you.

That’s me. Not polished. Not bought. Not backing down.
My collar is my podium—and I wear it loud.

God called, I showed up—with just faith and backbone. Talking and living love, walking raw truth, standing with the solid ones the world left behind.