Hello and God’s blessings to all!
Well…Hmm…I really don’t know…I guess…
This is what is usually going thru my mind when asked to say a little about myself. But I will just start at the beginning and give a brief retelling of my boring life.
I was born on Oct. 12, 1898…oh sorry thats 1989. My Dad and Mom are solid believers and though they have been learning and growing thru these years as well they have always been a good example for us chilin’s to follow.
Speaking of chillin’s I am the oldest of 13. Their names are in order of age: Christian, Gabriel, Charity, Malachi, Hosanna, Noah, Faithful, Nathan, Naomi, Judah, Mercy and Benjamin. I am very blessed to have grown up in such a family and would not have traded the experience I gained there for the world.
My Father is a full-time pro-life minister. He spends four days out of the week on the streets in front of the abortion clinics in Richmond,Va. In addition to that he heads up many other pro-life and gospel related events in the virginia area. My mother is truly an inspiration to me. Her patience in raising all of us kids and her continual love always suprises me.
So this is the atmosphere I was raised in. My father took us out on the street with him all the time so it was necessary that I learn to understand and defend my faith at a young age. We were continuously dealing with cops who did not like us, angry college students and women at the clinics who were blown away by the photographs of aborted children we would hold there. The statement I think I heard the most during my childhood was, “You’re just brainwashed.”
Even though growing up in this atmosphere of defending and proclaiming the faith I do not think it became real for me till I was about 15. I remember preaching at a big event for two hours when 13. I was regularly going on campus tours before this. At age 7 or 8 I was going regularly with dad to the clinics. I recall one time when 8 i believe approaching my father and asking to pray with him. I comforted myself with this for a few years. Endless cycles seemed tobe my Christian life though. There was no victory and no real desire to seek God. I loved doing what we did on the streets but that was because it was exciting. It was not out of a desire to see God glorified and men saved.
Though it is hard for me to pinpoint the time when I began to get real with God I think it was sometime when I was 15. I can see new life being breathed into my walk and for the first time a deep desire to follow Him in every area of my life. Very influential to my, for lack of a better term, journey was some experiences with a church in penn. My father went up there to a men’s conference and returned broken by God and crying tears of repentance. He apologized for not being a better example in leading us to the Father. Seeing this and the changes he made in our household hit me pretty hard. You can hear something all your life and it does not sink in but when I saw my father living it faithfully, albeit imperfectly, I began to realize there was much more to the Christian walk than a half-hearted commitment. The contract we sign with Christ does not grant us the abiilty to live an easy and comfortable life but calls us to a complete surrender to the cross.
This process of sanctification has been long and at times painful. I can see the Father’s hand in all the path’s of life I have been down and can definitely say that Romans 8:28 is just as true for us today as it was for the apostle Paul. He has been the architect of my salvation and the accomplisher of my sanctification.
When I was 15 my father took me on a trip to China smuggling in bibles and then travelling all over sichuan province distributing tracts at night. This trip really hit me hard. The reality of the darkness in other nations clicked in my dense head for the first time and from that point on foreign missions has been contesting for my life. I am not sure whether this is where He wants me but my heart is open. I have been back there three times since then, the most recent trip being for three months.
The past few years I have been working on and off with a discipleship school in Wisconsin. Faithful Soldier School of Evangelism and its director Jason Storms has been an awesome group to work with. We travelled from coast to coast together preaching and sharing the gospel on college campuses.
Where I stand right now is a very good question. I am committed to following God wherever He leads. To death serving Him in the mountains of Tibet or a life in the states spreading His word in our reprobate post-Christian culture. But though the future is hazy I am confident that the promises of our King to guide us in His ways will come true.
Oh yeah. I’m also married to Gennavieve and we have a little man named Paton Elias.
May His will be done.
God bless you as you continue to seek and serve Him.
All for the one who gave his all for us!!!