Troy Burns Family

Troy Burns Family Troy Burns of (Bryson City, NC.) is one of the founding members of The Inspirations, and also was lead singer for the group.

Starting at only the age of 13, Troy toured and performed with them for over 30 years. Troy is also founder and owner of his own group The Troy Burns Family, consisting of Troy, his wife Tammy, bass singer Ethan McNelly and baritone Mark Lane. While traveling and singing all over the country the family is known for two very distinct things, their close family harmony and their love for the ministry.

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04/21/2026

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Sunday doesn’t arrive quietly.After the silence of Saturday, something shifts before the sun even rises. The same tomb t...
04/05/2026

Sunday doesn’t arrive quietly.

After the silence of Saturday, something shifts before the sun even rises. The same tomb that was sealed, guarded, and declared final is suddenly not so secure after all.

The stone is no longer in place.

The earth has shaken, the guards have fallen, and the impossible has happened. What was meant to hold Him could not keep

Him. Jesus is not there.

The women arrive expecting to grieve, to anoint a body, to sit in the weight of loss—but instead they’re met with a question that changes everything:
“Why are you looking for the living among the dead?”

He isn’t there. He has risen.

What looked like defeat on Friday, what felt like silence on Saturday, now gives way to something no one fully expected in that moment—life, undeniable and uncontainable.

The grave is empty.

Death, which always had the final word, suddenly doesn’t anymore. The cross wasn’t the end of the story, it was the cost of victory.

And now that victory is standing, breathing, alive.
The same Jesus who was beaten, crucified, and buried is now risen, not as a memory, not as a symbol—but in power.

And everything changes because of it.
Fear turns into boldness.�Grief turns into joy.�Confusion turns into clarity.

Because if the tomb is empty, then His words were true.�If He really rose, then death is not the end.�If He is alive, then hope is not fragile—it’s secure.

Sunday doesn’t just answer Friday…

It redefines it.

And it asks one final question:
If He really is risen… what does that change for you?
Because the stone wasn’t just rolled away so He could get out—
It was rolled away so we could see in.

Holy Saturday feels like silence.The cross is behind them now. The crowds have gone home. The shouting has stopped. And ...
04/04/2026

Holy Saturday feels like silence.
The cross is behind them now. The crowds have gone home. The shouting has stopped. And all that’s left is the weight of what just happened.

Jesus is in the tomb.
A stone has been rolled in place, sealed tight, and Roman soldiers stand guard, making sure no one comes in and no one gets out. To everyone watching, it looks final. Secure. Over.

The disciples are scattered, hiding behind closed doors, trying to make sense of it all. Everything they thought was about to happen now feels undone.

The One they followed, believed in, and trusted… is gone.
And heaven feels quiet. No miracles. No teaching. No movement.
Just waiting.

But what no one can see is that silence doesn’t mean nothing is happening. Because while the tomb is closed on the outside, something greater is unfolding beyond what human eyes can understand. What looks like the end is actually the space between promise and fulfillment.

Holy Saturday sits in that tension. The in-between. The unknown.�The moment where faith has nothing to hold onto except what was already said.

Because Jesus told them this would happen. He said He would rise. But it’s hard to remember promises when you’re standing in what feels like loss.

Saturday asks a different kind of question—
Will you trust Him even when it feels like nothing is happening? Because the stone may be sealed, the guards may be watching, and the world may feel quiet…

But God has never been absent in the silence.

Just remember… Sunday is coming! 🙌🏼

Good Friday doesn’t rush, it slows everything down and makes you sit in it.The night before has passed—the prayers in th...
04/03/2026

Good Friday doesn’t rush, it slows everything down and makes you sit in it.

The night before has passed—the prayers in the garden, the betrayal, the arrest—and now morning comes, but it doesn’t feel like light. It feels heavy, like something is about to break.

Jesus is led away, moving from one trial to another, surrounded by accusations, false witnesses, and leaders who have already made up their minds. The same city that welcomed Him just days before is now filled with voices shouting something completely different.

“Crucify Him.”
Pilate hesitates because he sees no guilt in Him, but the pressure of the crowd keeps building until eventually he gives in, choosing peace with people over truth.

Jesus is beaten, mocked, and dressed in a crown of thorns and a robe meant to humiliate Him, not honor Him. They call Him King as a joke, not realizing how true it really is.

Then comes the cross.
Heavy wood placed on His back as He’s led through the streets toward Golgotha, step by step, until they finally lay Him down and drive nails through His hands and feet, lifting Him up for everyone to see—not on a throne, but on a cross.

And still, in the middle of all that pain, He speaks.
“Father, forgive them, they don’t know what they’re doing.”
Even now, He chooses mercy.

As the hours pass, darkness covers the land, and the weight of everything—every sin, every failure, every broken piece of humanity—rests on Him. And in that moment He cries out, not in weakness, but in the reality of what He’s carrying.

“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”
Then, with His final breath, He says something that changes everything.

“It is finished.”
Not that His life was over, but that the work was complete, the debt fully paid, the sacrifice enough.

The earth shakes, the temple veil tears from top to bottom, and what once separated people from God is no longer in the way.
But in that moment, all anyone could see was loss.

A body taken down, a silence settling in, hope that felt buried.
Good Friday doesn’t try to skip past the pain or soften the weight of it, because before there could ever be resurrection, there had to be a cross.

And it leaves you with a question that’s hard to ignore—
Do you understand what it cost?
Because love wasn’t just spoken that day, it was proven.

Holy Thursday begins like a meal.Simple. Familiar.Bread on the table. Cups poured. Close friends gathered in one room.Bu...
04/02/2026

Holy Thursday begins like a meal.

Simple. Familiar.
Bread on the table. Cups poured. Close friends gathered in one room.

But nothing about this night would stay ordinary.

Jesus sat with His disciples, knowing exactly what was coming. Not just the cross—but the betrayal, the denial, the scattering.

And still… He chose to sit with them.

To eat with them.

To love them to the very end.

Then He did something no one expected.

He stood up, took a towel, and knelt down.

One by one, He began to wash their feet.

Dust-covered. Worn. Human.

The room must have gone silent.

The One they called Teacher…
The One they believed was Lord…
Now kneeling like a servant.

When He came to Peter, everything in him resisted.

“You will never wash my feet.”

But Jesus answered, gently and firmly:

“If I don’t wash you, you have no part with Me.”

Because this wasn’t just about water.

It was about surrender.
About letting Jesus do what only He could do.

Then, back at the table, He broke the bread.

“This is My body, given for you.”

He lifted the cup.

“This is My blood… poured out.”

In that moment, the meal became something more—
a picture of what was about to happen.

Not long after, the tone shifted.

“One of you will betray Me.”

You can almost feel the confusion, the tension.

“Is it me?”

And then Judas left the room.

Night had fallen.

Later, in the garden, under the weight of it all, Jesus prayed.

Not casually. Not comfortably.

But with deep anguish.

“Father… if it’s possible, let this cup pass from Me.”

A pause.

“Yet not My will—but Yours be done.”

Holy Thursday holds both tenderness and tension.

Love… and surrender.
Intimacy… and betrayal.
A table… and a cross drawing near.

It asks something deeper than understanding.

Will you let Him serve you… and still choose to follow Him when it gets hard?

Because that night made one thing clear—

Following Jesus isn’t just about sitting at the table.

It’s about staying when the night gets heavy.

04/01/2026

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes. I so enjoyed reading each one. Love each one of you!
Blessings, Tammy

Holy Wednesday feels… quiet.Almost too quiet.After days of teaching, crowds, and confrontation, the scene shifts behind ...
04/01/2026

Holy Wednesday feels… quiet.
Almost too quiet.

After days of teaching, crowds, and confrontation, the scene shifts behind the curtain—away from the temple, away from the crowds, into places no one else could see.

While Jesus was still moving with purpose, something else was unfolding in secret. A decision. A betrayal.

Judas Iscariot, one of the twelve, slipped away. Not in anger. Not in a loud moment of rebellion. But in silence.

He went to the chief priests.
“What are you willing to give me if I deliver Him to you?”
And just like that, a price was set.�Thirty pieces of silver.

The weight of it is hard to grasp.�Not a stranger. Not an enemy.�A disciple. A friend. Someone who had walked with Jesus, heard His words, seen His miracles.
And yet—his heart had already begun to drift long before this moment.

Holy Wednesday reminds us of something uncomfortable:
Not all distance from Jesus is obvious.�Sometimes it’s subtle. Slow. Hidden.

While the world saw Jesus as a teacher, a miracle worker, even a Messiah—Judas saw an opportunity.
And from that moment on, he watched…�Waiting for the right time to hand Him over.
No crowds. No shouting. Just quiet betrayal.

Holy Wednesday doesn’t ask a loud question.
It asks a personal one:
Is there anything in me quietly pulling me away from Him?

Because the most dangerous moments aren’t always the ones out in the open—They’re the ones that happen in secret.

Help us wish our wonderful Tammy Burns a Happy 67th Birthday!🥳 Her passion for Southern Gospel has blessed so many heart...
03/31/2026

Help us wish our wonderful Tammy Burns a Happy 67th Birthday!🥳 Her passion for Southern Gospel has blessed so many hearts with faith, joy, and encouragement over the years!

Holy Tuesday arrived quietly.The noise of the crowd from the day before had settled, but tension still lingered in the a...
03/31/2026

Holy Tuesday arrived quietly.

The noise of the crowd from the day before had settled, but tension still lingered in the air. Jerusalem felt different now—like it was holding its breath.

And Jesus kept teaching.

He didn’t withdraw. He didn’t slow down. Instead, He walked right back into the temple courts, where the questions were sharper and the hearts were harder. Religious leaders circled Him, not to learn—but to trap Him.

“By what authority do you do these things?”

But Jesus answered in a way only He could—not just with words, but with stories.

He told them about a vineyard and wicked tenants. About a wedding feast where the invited guests refused to come. About ten virgins waiting for a bridegroom—some ready, some not. Each story wasn’t just a lesson… it was a warning.

Stay awake.
Be ready.
Don’t miss what God is doing right in front of you.

The people listened closely. Some were amazed. Others grew more determined to silence Him.

Still, Jesus didn’t hold back.

He spoke about truth. About faithfulness. About the end of the age. And then, in one of the most powerful moments, He sat with His disciples and described what was to come—not just His suffering, but the future no one fully understood yet.

Holy Tuesday isn’t loud like Palm Sunday or heavy like Good Friday.

But it’s sharp.

It’s a day that asks a question:
Are you really listening… or just standing in the crowd?

Because on that day, Jesus made one thing clear—

Not everyone who hears Him is ready for Him.

Today Jesus enters the temple.The air is busy with movement—people coming and going, coins clinking, voices rising. On t...
03/30/2026

Today Jesus enters the temple.

The air is busy with movement—people coming and going, coins clinking, voices rising. On the surface, everything looks religious, active, even meaningful. But beneath it all, something is off. What was meant to be a place of prayer had become something else entirely.

Jesus sees it—not just the actions, but the heart behind them.

With authority and purpose, He begins to clear the temple. Tables are overturned. Distractions are driven out. What looked acceptable to everyone else, He refuses to leave untouched.

Earlier, He had passed a fig tree full of leaves—full of promise—but when He looked closer, it had no fruit. It appeared alive, but it wasn’t producing anything real.

And now, standing in the temple, the message is the same.

God isn’t after appearances. He’s after fruit.

Holy Monday invites us into that moment—to stand in the temple of our own hearts and allow Jesus to search, to cleanse, and to restore. Not just to look the part, but to truly be transformed.

Today we remembered and celebrated Palm Sunday—the moment Jesus entered Jerusalem not as a conquering king, but in humil...
03/30/2026

Today we remembered and celebrated Palm Sunday—the moment Jesus entered Jerusalem not as a conquering king, but in humility, riding on a donkey. The crowds waved palm branches and shouted “Hosanna,” recognizing Him as Savior… yet many didn’t fully understand what kind of King He truly was.

It’s a powerful reminder that God doesn’t always move the way we expect—but He always moves with purpose.

Palm Sunday marks the beginning of a week that would change everything. What looked like victory would soon look like defeat… but ultimately become the greatest triumph the world has ever known.

As we reflect, may our hearts not just praise Him in the good moments—but remain faithful through every season.

Hosanna in the highest! 🌿

Help us wish our Oreo a Happy 4th Birthday!!!🥳 She is so precious and so loved!
03/22/2026

Help us wish our Oreo a Happy 4th Birthday!!!🥳 She is so precious and so loved!

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