I was raised by my paternal grandmother and father in a non-Christian home. I came to know Jesus as my Lord and Savior at a youth revival when I was 13. I had no support at home for my new found faith and walked about a mile to attend church. Since I did not have a spiritual mentor to guide and ground me in the basics of Christianity, I was in and out of church, mostly out, the rest of my teenage years. I had a desire for God, but really did not know what to do with it and struggled with the assurance of my salvation. When I was 19, I went to a church in my neighborhood to settle the issue. Once again, I did what the Bible said to become a Christian. Then, for at least ten years, I carried around that date on a card in my wallet. This reminded me that, on that date for certain, I was saved from my sins! Every time doubt came, I pulled out this card to remind me that God did save me and will keep me. However I was not disciplined and was sporadic in church attendance. (I have found that assurance of salvation comes in direct obedience to God and His Word.)

I met and started dating the godly lady who became my bride. She was unlike anyone that I had ever met because she was rooted and grounded in the faith. It showed in how she lived and because of her influence, I became semi-regular in attending church. I started to learn the basics of Christianity. After we were married and she became pregnant with our first child, I decided that I really needed to get serious about my Christian faith. We found a church in our neighborhood and became faithful members. We started working in the church and during this period, God blessed us in multiple ways. Then our daughter was stillborn for NO apparent reason. I literally cried out: “What are You doing, God?’ I was disappointed, hurt, and mad at God. I wanted nothing to do with Him! This was the beginning of a “wrestling with God” that lasted three years. But God did not abandon me and was patient with me. He was gently working on me, helping me work through my pain and confusion. Finally I told God that I wanted all that was possible in the Christian life or none of it! Afterwards, I had the peace of God and the zeal to attack hell with a water pistol. I knew God had a plan for my life..

In the thirty plus years since this decision, I have walked through many hills and valleys. I am still married to the wife of my youth, even though we have gone through many rocky patches in our marriage, including another stillbirth. By God’s grace, we have raised three godly children, and have two lovely grandchildren, for now. I have gone through corporate downsizing and financial reversals, more than once. I have struggled to find the “right church” and my place in it. I have gone out on a limb of faith and had that limb sawn off. Yet, in all the chaos and confusion, God has been steadfast and faithful to keep me, sustain me, teach me, and lead me down His path for my life, even when I have been far from faithful. Yet I feel like I still haven’t found the purpose God had for me so many years ago. Maybe these books have something to do with it. Time will tell!

My heart’s desire is to be found a faithful child and servant of the true and living God. To that aim, I have spent much time studying, and more importantly, trying to apply the Holy Bible to my everyday life. I have lived the principles expounded upon in my books. It is not theoretical, but practical. However, I am no different than anyone who is reading this page- I am fragile and flawed. The sin nature in me still wants to exert itself. Apart from the Spirit of God filling and controlling me, I am a loud, proud, crude, and hot-headed man. Praise God that He can use someone like me for His honor and glory! He will do the same for you. Dare to “Be Epic!”