Childhood

I grew up as a PK. For those of you who don't know the lingo, that's short for "pastor's kid". Needless to say, I was raised in a Christian home with two loving parents and was introduced to God at a young age. I don't remember a specific day when I first "accepted" Christ, but I think it was probably in Sunday school when I was about five or six.

If you know very much about pastor's kids, you also know that they are prone to streaks of rebellion; especially during the teenage years. I was no exception. Like many teenage rebellions, it had everything to do with the group of friends I was spending my time with. I started falling into that group in sixth or seventh grade. By the end of seventh grade I had been suspended from school a few times for various hooliganish stunts (including the infamous broomstick-javelin incident, and the coconut-from-the-second-floor-window prank).

Rebellion

By the end of eighth grade I was smoking every day (I was a jazz musician, and all eighth-graders know that you have to smoke if you want to be good at jazz!). When my family moved to Colorado after eighth grade, I even snuck smokes during our rest stops at gas stations. Amazingly in spite of the smoking, I was able to run cross country and track, and was even one of the best distance runners in my grade.

I entered high school determined to shed the somewhat geeky image by which I had previously been known. It's amazing how the "bad" crowd is the easiest to make friends with; eager to embrace anyone who dresses the part. I went out for the cross country team, but quit after the first practice when I realized that the high altitude would make it nearly impossible to smoke and run simultaneously. Smoking cigarettes quickly progressed to smoking pot, and for the first time in my life I failed to be a straight "A" student.

Yup, I was a crazy kid.

Throughout this time I still knew deep down that God was real, but I was basically putting that part of my life on hold. A relationship with God definitely took a back seat to having fun. Fortunately I kept going to youth group. It was fun to show up stoned to play games and sing songs.

The Turning Point

The turning point came during the summer after ninth grade. On a youth group mission trip to Mexico I saw the hand of God at work. I saw the reality of spiritual warfare, and the undeniable results of prayer. For example, our bus broke down and we prayed for it. Sure enough, it started back up. One incident after another became the evidence that I could not deny. On that trip I rededicated my life to Christ.

Running The Race

The change was not instant, but rather gradual. I soon gave up smoking, and took up chewing tobacco which I viewed as a lesser evil. I went out for the cross country team again and this time stuck with it. Not only is distance running a great analogy of the Christian walk, but my own high school running career closely paralleled my spiritual progress as a believer.

That sophomore year I ran 19:15 for the 5K, all the while chewing tobacco. I went out for track that spring, but again quit after one practice, finding that my chewing habit was not compatible with the intensity of the workout regimen. Around the same time, God was doing some major work on me through my girlfriend who later became my wife. Her faith and love motivated me to clean up my act, and when I went out for cross country my junior year I was tobacco-free. I ran a 17:11 5K, which represented a two-minute drop in time!

Article in the local paper.

By my senior year I was on fire for Christ, and likewise my running continued to improve. I dropped another minute off of my 5K, and helped lead our team to the state championship. In track I ran a 4:23 mile, and took the 5A state championship with a 9:44 2-mile (at altitude). I knew that God had given me the ability to run, and I was not ashamed to make it known. I was known by many in school as the "Jesus runner", and was able to share my faith in the local newspaper on a number of occasions. It was the first time I really felt God was using me, and it was a good feeling. I had a great year, winning many awards in academics, music, running. I knew then that I wanted to give God the glory for my successes throughout life.

Major Events

Since then I've walked through valleys and over mountains in my journey of faith. Of course I've stumbled many times, but God's grace is always there. There have been several life "events" that have caused me to go through periods of spiritual renewal and growth. The first major event was getting married in 1999 to Melissa, my high school sweetheart and love of my life. There are attributes of God that I believe can be best understood in the context of marriage. My relationship with Melissa parallel's Christ's relationship with the church, and with us as individuals. I now have a passion for marriage, and helping other marriages succeed.

The next event that changed my life was the birth of our children, starting with our son Josiah. Again, there are certain things that can only be understood when you actually become a parent, and again there are so many lessons that God teaches through the parent-child relationship. It's amazing to think that He loves us more than we could even love our children, and when he disciplines us, it's out of love; just as we must discipline our own children in love. It's also a great responsibility to raise a child. Notice that most of my testimony took place during my first eighteen years, and my core values were essentially formed by that point. It's no small wonder that statistics show 80% of Christians come to their salvation before the age of eighteen.

In March 2001, we were living in a two-bedroom ground level apartment. At 3:00 AM one morning our lives were shaken when a drunk driver came crashing through the wall as we slept. Debris was everywhere, and it looked like a bomb had exploded in our son's room. Two things were magnificently apparent that day: the first was the attack of the enemy and second was God's hand of protection upon us. Earlier the previous evening we had discovered a black widow spider inches away from our infant son. We felt it may have been an attack of the enemy and so we prayed for protection. It was only a few hours later that we awoke to the deafening explosion of a car splitting through the side of a building at 80 miles per hour.

Josiah's room after the crash.

Had the car struck the building two feet to the left, it would have come straight through the wall and over our bed while we slept. Had it been two feet to the other direction it would have fully entered our son's room, slamming into the crib. In either situation, someone likely would have lost their life. Miraculously the car struck a small corner between the two bedrooms, significantly absorbing the impact. Even as a dresser was pushed against Josiah's crib, and debris landed in it, he remained asleep during the entire ordeal. The enemy had made an attempt on our lives, but there was no doubt that God's hand protected us. It was one of those experiences that makes one consider the value of their life, and as I pondered my life I was hit by the revelation that every breath belongs to God. Once again I was fully aware that my purpose is to glorify Him.

I know I will continue to encounter situations that challenge my faith and strengthen my life mission. One such occurrence was the divorce of my parents in 2002. After 27 years of marriage, my father left my mother for a woman in his congregation. It is a lesson of grace, forgiveness, and boundaries in marriage. It's a tough pill to swallow because it's a prime example of life's unfairness. I have forgiven my dad, but continue to learn about the consequences of sin as the ripple effect from his actions continues into the future.

On November 24th, 2004, my brother Daryl was on his way home from college for Thanksgiving. He was riding in a small car with two of his good high school friends when they hit a deer near the Colorado border. Daryl, sleeping in the backseat, was ejected from the car. He suffered several injuries including a collapsed lung, skull fractures, jaw fractures, broken vertebra, ribs, and other wounds. He nearly lost his life, but God spared him and miraculously he survived with no brain damage. He is paralyzed from mid-torso down, and after several grueling months of recovery was able to resume his life; now in a wheelchair.

Daryl after his accident.

When I first saw my brother after the accident he was unconscious and machines were keeping him alive. It was very easy to imagine myself in his place. It was my own blood brother laying there in that lifeless state. It could have just as easily been me. It was a freak accident; the type of thing that could happen to any of us at any time. I learned that we take for granted the gift of life we've been given, and I wanted more than ever to make each day count. I'm also learning about longsuffering as we pray, wait, and agree in faith that Daryl will one day be healed.

So each day I try to remember that it may be my last, and that my purpose is to bring glory to God. I don't always remember my mission, but as life's experiences keep giving me new reminders of God's love, I hope that I will continue to grow closer to where God wants me to be. I've come a long way, and yet have a long way to go; so come run the race with me as we partake in this journey called life.

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