The plan to start a podcast titled Your Daily Meds rose up in my heart while pastoring a small church in Southern California in 2019. This podcast first came into existence when this church was forced to close its doors due to the 2020 pandemic. Within a few days of the lock downs I began creating content under the title Your Daily Meds for my church members designed to keep them in peace and confidence in the Lord through those frightening times. As my life has change through the last few years, so has this podcast. After 585 episodes I moved into a new once a week format with supporting blog and social media posts designed to encourage the daily study of scripture. I like a clean slate, so I started this new format at Episode 1.
Meditating on God's word is TRUE medicine for every area of your life. Be filled with the word that brings peace to heal your body and mind, deliver you from anxiety and bondage to sin, and provide you with the wisdom you need for prospering in all areas of life. PLEASE BE WARNED: Side effects may include love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.
About Cassandra Barbato
Alrighty. About me. I have one wonderful husband, one wild comedian of a son, and one beautifully bold daughter. We each have our own cat. Princess, Shadow, Tiger and Junior. There was a dog named Buster that was apart of the family for a long time, but he is now resting underneath a memorial bench we set up at the bottom of a hill on our property. RIP Buster. Southern California was my birth state and I lived there 40 years until my family and I moved to Tennessee in 2021. My childhood consisted of two in-house biological parents, Tom and Judy, and one sister named Alex. When when I hit age 19, SURPRISE, my parents had another daughter, Hannah. I've been and done a variety of things. Some of them good and some, well, It's safe to say I understand God's grace from a must-have perspective.
God set me apart for the preaching of the Gospel from the beginning. I guess that is true on a variety of levels, but what I mean is that I began preaching from the moment I first had faith in Christ. It was an easter Sunday (the only time of year we ever went to church) and I was a young girl of maybe 10. I got up from my seat and walked to the pulpit to hand the Pastor a note in the middle of his sermon. He stopped preaching, read the note and then asked if I would come back to the stage. When I got there he handed me the microphone and asked if I would explain my note to the church. There, standing on the stage holding the pastors mic, I gave my very first sermon. "I used to laugh and make fun of God, but now I know that was wrong." Admittedly, it was lacking a little substance. Hopefully I've grown a bit since then. Regardless, it turns out that the Lord doesn't need fancy words to do big things and the church pretty much exploded at that point. There were people coming down to the alter, praise and worship started up again with vigor, and there were a bunch of adults putting their hands on the top of my head (which I was NOT expecting). Someone walked me through the basic message of faith in Jesus Christ and I sealed the deal with a confession that Jesus really is Lord! Aaaaand that was it. There was no follow up with the Lord, or scripture, or church for the next several years.
My rebel teenage years drove my family to regular church attendance for the first time in my life. It was through this church attendance that I began hearing scripture from the pulpit and eventually began reading it for myself. The teaching I was getting from this church was not good though. It produced in me a pendulum effect where I would work really hard to be "good" and then give up to go run amuck when I realized that I couldn't do "good" good enough. It wasn't until my early twenties that I got the message, the TRUE Gospel, for the first time. And then I got a little obsessive and crazy about it. Maybe I should say "passionate." That's probably better. I was very "passionate" about the Gospel. I still am, but my passion is not as, um, bludgeoning as it was in my 20s.
It was my grandfather, Pastor Sam Eubanks, who finally delivered the truth to me. He was retired, but, not really. The Lord was using Him in his retirement to preach to a small group of people that met on his property. This small bible study group grew into a church that I became very active in for the next 12 years. I led worship throughout the time this church was meeting and eventually became the associate pastor and then the senior pastor when my grandfather was unable to lead anymore. My "formal" bible training wasn't gained in a classroom, but at a kitchen table. It consisted of years of studying scripture under the mentorship of my grandfather who did all the things you would expect from a Gospel preacher. For more than 60 years he started and pastored churches, ran missions, saw the Lord perform mighty works through him including healings, casting out of demons, prophecies, messages in other languages, and of course, he preached the Gospel. It was an education that you can't buy. I am so grateful to have sat under his teaching throughout my 20s and 30s. Grandpa graduated from this life in January of 2020.
I've seen the Gospel do things. I've seen it hold marriages together that should never have lasted, transform the insane to sane, heal, deliver, restore, release God's power for gaining jobs, homes, health, and rebuking the work of the devil in peoples lives. So, I'm convinced. The thing works! There is only one Gospel-- the GOOD news of Jesus Christ. I talk about it a lot, so prepare yourself for Gospel, Gospel and more Gospel!