Lately I’ve been overwhelmed — in a good way — thinking about how God has allowed me to serve as the pastor of West Bay Advent Christian Church. It’s a heavy responsibility, and some days it sits on my shoulders with real weight… but it’s a beautiful weight. It’s the kind of burden that reminds me I’m right where God wants me. Shepherding this church family has been one of the greatest honors of my life.
As my wife and I come up on six years here, I can look back and see how many ministries God has opened for us. Foster care has been one of the hardest things we’ve ever stepped into. It’s demanding. It’s emotional. It stretches you in places you didn’t know you could stretch. But even in the hardest moments, we’ve felt God’s comfort and His presence in ways we never would have known otherwise. He’s met us there.
I’m also grateful for the doors God has opened in the Florida Conference. Serving as President of the Western District and Vice President of the state conference is something I never imagined for myself. Yet God keeps placing me in rooms and roles that remind me this calling is bigger than me. Being part of the LEAD Team with other pastors and leaders has been a blessing I didn’t even know I needed. Those relationships, those conversations — they’ve shaped me.
This year I’m stepping into Kairos Prison Ministry, starting training in February. I don’t know exactly what God will do with it, but I feel Him pulling me there. And I’m thankful for the Gospel Grit podcast. The idea that God might use a simple episode to bring someone to Christ or to wake up a sleeping heart… that humbles me deeply.
The truth is, I do all these things because I love and respect the calling God put on my life. I’m not perfect. I feel like Jonah sometimes — running, wrestling, arguing with God in my own heart. But even in those moments, I know this: I have a real heart for lost people. That’s why I keep saying “yes.” That’s why I keep stepping into places that stretch me. I do it for them.
And this spring, I’m returning to something that’s been on my heart for a long time — street evangelizing with my old bullhorn. Not to condemn. Not to shout people down. But to lift up the name of Jesus and tell anyone who will listen about the redeeming love that saved me and can save them too.
I’m grateful. I’m humbled. And I’m amazed that God still chooses to use someone like me. To Him be all the glory.
As my wife and I come up on six years here, I can look back and see how many ministries God has opened for us. Foster care has been one of the hardest things we’ve ever stepped into. It’s demanding. It’s emotional. It stretches you in places you didn’t know you could stretch. But even in the hardest moments, we’ve felt God’s comfort and His presence in ways we never would have known otherwise. He’s met us there.
I’m also grateful for the doors God has opened in the Florida Conference. Serving as President of the Western District and Vice President of the state conference is something I never imagined for myself. Yet God keeps placing me in rooms and roles that remind me this calling is bigger than me. Being part of the LEAD Team with other pastors and leaders has been a blessing I didn’t even know I needed. Those relationships, those conversations — they’ve shaped me.
This year I’m stepping into Kairos Prison Ministry, starting training in February. I don’t know exactly what God will do with it, but I feel Him pulling me there. And I’m thankful for the Gospel Grit podcast. The idea that God might use a simple episode to bring someone to Christ or to wake up a sleeping heart… that humbles me deeply.
The truth is, I do all these things because I love and respect the calling God put on my life. I’m not perfect. I feel like Jonah sometimes — running, wrestling, arguing with God in my own heart. But even in those moments, I know this: I have a real heart for lost people. That’s why I keep saying “yes.” That’s why I keep stepping into places that stretch me. I do it for them.
And this spring, I’m returning to something that’s been on my heart for a long time — street evangelizing with my old bullhorn. Not to condemn. Not to shout people down. But to lift up the name of Jesus and tell anyone who will listen about the redeeming love that saved me and can save them too.
I’m grateful. I’m humbled. And I’m amazed that God still chooses to use someone like me. To Him be all the glory.
Lately I’ve been overwhelmed — in a good way — thinking about how God has allowed me to serve as the pastor of West Bay Advent Christian Church. It’s a heavy responsibility, and some days it sits on my shoulders with real weight… but it’s a beautiful weight. It’s the kind of burden that reminds me I’m right where God wants me. Shepherding this church family has been one of the greatest honors of my life.
As my wife and I come up on six years here, I can look back and see how many ministries God has opened for us. Foster care has been one of the hardest things we’ve ever stepped into. It’s demanding. It’s emotional. It stretches you in places you didn’t know you could stretch. But even in the hardest moments, we’ve felt God’s comfort and His presence in ways we never would have known otherwise. He’s met us there.
I’m also grateful for the doors God has opened in the Florida Conference. Serving as President of the Western District and Vice President of the state conference is something I never imagined for myself. Yet God keeps placing me in rooms and roles that remind me this calling is bigger than me. Being part of the LEAD Team with other pastors and leaders has been a blessing I didn’t even know I needed. Those relationships, those conversations — they’ve shaped me.
This year I’m stepping into Kairos Prison Ministry, starting training in February. I don’t know exactly what God will do with it, but I feel Him pulling me there. And I’m thankful for the Gospel Grit podcast. The idea that God might use a simple episode to bring someone to Christ or to wake up a sleeping heart… that humbles me deeply.
The truth is, I do all these things because I love and respect the calling God put on my life. I’m not perfect. I feel like Jonah sometimes — running, wrestling, arguing with God in my own heart. But even in those moments, I know this: I have a real heart for lost people. That’s why I keep saying “yes.” That’s why I keep stepping into places that stretch me. I do it for them.
And this spring, I’m returning to something that’s been on my heart for a long time — street evangelizing with my old bullhorn. Not to condemn. Not to shout people down. But to lift up the name of Jesus and tell anyone who will listen about the redeeming love that saved me and can save them too.
I’m grateful. I’m humbled. And I’m amazed that God still chooses to use someone like me. To Him be all the glory.
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