I grew up with great parents despite my dad's hidden alcoholism (I never even knew about it until high school) and one brother. My mother is a great Christian woman but due to my father I was only partially brought up in the church setting. Though I wasn't sure what I was really doing at the time, I apparently became a Christian in the sixth grade. I say apparently since I only remember my baptism.
As time passed I wanted to be a "good Christian boy" so I slowly became more involved in church though questioned many aspects of it. Despite my hidden questioning, almost agnosticism, and love of art, I felt "called" to be a church leader. Thus, I began teaching Sunday school and eventually went to college to become a pastor. In college, I fell deeply in love with a cute little redhead. This relationship was idolatrous and adulterous but regardless, I began saving up to buy an engagement ring. She eventually left me and I was devastated.
About this time my faith actually became real. I was devastated and my "life" had left me. Thus, who did I have but God? Even though I was studying to become a pastor, it was then I surrendered my life to him, changing my life forever. Now my life has been transformed by the Gospel of Jesus Christ and my life's mission is to give people the very same thing that has given my life purpose and hope. I seek to do this via starting churches in the urban North and possibly use my artwork as a medium for teaching biblical truth along the way. I'm now a seminary student preparing for this life of service.
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