About Me

My name is David S. Brown — and I am living proof that God is still in the miracle business. I grew up with my hands in the soil of Southwestern Ontario, and that farm-boy foundation never left me. Hard work, humility, and a deep respect for the seasons of life — those values shaped everything I became.

In 1998, I wrote The Wealthy Farmer — a book born out of years of walking with God and learning what true wealth really means. It was never about money. It was always about the richness of a life surrendered to faith.

Then came the diagnosis. Terminal prostate cancer. The kind of news that stops a man cold. But I had a choice — to shrink back in fear, or to stand on the Word of God with radical faith in Jesus Christ. I chose faith. And I am still here.

Today, The Wealthy Farmer Refires is my next chapter — a ministry of testimony, encouragement, and truth for anyone who is walking through their own valley. If God brought me through, He can bring you through too."For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons." — Romans 8:15 Welcome. Not to a program, not to a funnel — to a family. You're invited to join a community of men and women who refuse to let their story end in the ditch, the diagnosis, or the doubt. Here, your past isn't disqualifying — it's the very material God is using to build something eternal through you. [Join the Family →]"I shall not die, but I shall live, and recount the deeds of the Lord." — Psalm 118:17 I've stood at death's door six times. Each time, God said not yet — because He had more for me to give. 1997 — The Crash A drunk-driving accident rolled my new Monte Carlo five times into a ditch until it looked like a smashed Corvette. My wife Susan pulled me out through the back window, saving my life — and crushed two vertebrae doing it. I broke my jaw in two places. I almost took the life of the woman I love most. God's grace and mercy were in full motion that night, covering what I could not undo myself. 1986 — The Race Ten-point-four kilometers into a 12K foot race, with no water on course since the 5K mark, I collapsed. I died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Death was real — not a metaphor, not a scare. But in that moment, Jesus turned my fear into faith, and even joy — because I was the one dying, not my family. For the first time in my life, I transcended into unconditional love in the face of fear. "For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control." — 2 Timothy 1:7 2001 — The Diagnosis February 1st. Terminal prostate cancer. I was 47 years old, and death came knocking a third time. Cancer was defeated. I chose life. I am 72 now. The enemy meant it for harm — but I learned to fight back with faithful words, spoken over my body and my future. "What the enemy meant for evil, God meant for good." — Genesis 50:20 2016 — The Silent Threat Hemochromatosis. If it hadn't been caught that year, I had only months before my ferritin levels would have triggered a stroke. A stroke was avoided. Three days in the ICU. Blood pressure of 250/151. Glory to God — caught in time, again. September 14, 2026 — Sepsis Most recently, sepsis spread through my body. I had to command my own body — out loud — to move, to sit up in that hospital bed. And it obeyed. Six times. Six rescues. One faithful God.