A little about myself, I joined the Indiana Army National Guard at the age of seventeen. I served as an infantryman for six years, of which the last two years I taught close quarter combat tactics and tactical skills. I moved strait from my training in Georgia to GBSC as a traditional student. While at GBSC I took a position as a part-time youth pastor, which within six months turned into a full-time youth pastorate. After three years of being a full-time husband, full-time youth pastor, full-time student and a National Guard Soldier I decided that it was time to clam down and move back to the country. Now I live in a small town in southern Indiana with one stoplight and lots of corn fields. Life has slowed down but my focus has remained true to the calling God has placed on my life of being a full time pastor.
The moment I am most proud of might seem a little of a paradox. I am most proud of the first time I saw my Dad cry. I was sixteen and studying under Meredith Moser, my youth pastor, in homiletics and hermeneutics. The time had finally come, after many late nights and correction to sermon by Moser, for me to preach. I poured my heart out in what must have been the worst sermon ever, but I will never forget that after service was over Dad approached me. I saw him as I had never seen him before, shoulder twitching, hand wiping his eyes and tears streaming down his cheeks. He hugged me and said five simple words, "I'm proud of you Son." Those words will never leave me, I have never felt prouder at anytime or any place than in my Father's arms, knowing he was proud of me.
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