Well, the sports thing kind of worked out for me and so I got to go to the University of Colorado to play football. I loved football but the first Psych 101 class I went to had more people in it than Haxtun. It was a culture shock for sure. It seems like football is kind of a rough ordeal and so I had about 3 surgeries to fix knees and a shoulder and I wasn’t able to finish my playing career but did get a diploma thanks to the prayers of many, but mostly my grandma because I’m pretty sure she had a hotline to the Big Guy. In the middle of all that, Carol (the farmer’s daughter) agreed to marry me which was a great deal for me and I happy to report she feels the same way.
We continued to live in Colorado and one Sunday night at an evening chapel service at the Presbyterian Church in Boulder, Colorado, God grabbed us both and made us His. Over the years, we ended up in Arizona, adopted two awesome sons and have had more than our share of blessings. It is safe to say that our love of music has had a big impact on our lives and we have been fortunate to lead worship in several different churches over these past 25 years. My working career somehow landed me at a bank during that time where I have enjoyed being able to manage people in the several different positions I held over the years. It took me awhile but I finally figured out that God never intended me to be a great banker, but rather a disciple to the many people who I have had the opportunity to share life with through work.
I am in a sort of new season of life right now, having retired from the bank, getting involved in flipping homes and working as a call center manager again for a small company here in the valley. And now I love that God has led me to this band of brothers and this ministry where my heart to serve can be used. How that will all end up looking is an adventure that I am looking forward to with great anticipation. And I know this; that God loved me so much he gave His only son that I might know life eternal with Him. That’s a ride that I don’t want to miss.