I was raised in the small town of Amite, Louisiana by my mother who loved me dearly and wanted the best for me. Although my family was not religious I did attend a catholic school through 8th grade and a private Christian school to finish up high school. Despite the environment that I grew up in, I had no idea about who God was. I would look up to the sky at night and wonder for hours about all that I did not know while I pondered every explanation as to what my purpose was except God.
Growing up without my father had left me a young man who had to learn by trial and error the ways of life. I had a hunger for approval, an insecure self-image, and a longing for meaning and purpose. I had decided in high school that I would settle for a purpose of my own making, one that I could control. I started to fabricate false purpose for myself in countless ways, but mostly I derived my worth and meaning from the approval of others and their opinions of who I was. I had climbed the social ladder to popularity, drank alcohol every chance I got, dabbled in drugs, and had trouble with the law. In the midst of this reckless path which I had chosen that led into college, God had placed key people in my life that would eventually play a part in leading me to him, the Smiths and the Easleys.
While I was going deeper into the things that were failing to satisfy me (relationships, status, money) and realizing that they would never be enough, these people loved me, and through them I was brought to hear the Gospel. This was a season of God ceaselessly drawing me to himself, convicting me of my sin, and exposing me to the truth that culminated in the moment that it all made sense. Jesus Christ’s love for me was made blindingly clear for the first time. I knew that I was made to have a relationship with the God that I had been rebelling against my entire life, but as Romans 5:8 says, “But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us.” What a savior! Only through Jesus’ blood could I be forgiven and brought out of my spiritual deadness. Since then I now have a deep joy that resonates with my soul, a solid understanding that my right standing with God comes not from what I can do but by God’s grace (Ephesians 2:8), and I rest in the fact that I have been adopted into God’s family for eternity (Ephesians 1:5).
I realize that I am an imperfect sinner who trusts in the one perfectly good God. By his grace I’ve been brought to this wonderful church family at the Field where I’m surrounded by people who love and depend on him daily. God has made clear to me in his word that I am to share his name with the nations, and make disciples who make disciples. He has given me a love for his people, especially when it comes to investing in students!
My Desire & Prayer for The Field Church
I hope to see lives changed for generations by what God is doing at the Field. I pray that our Family Tree extends across the world and touches those of all ages and nationalities. Ultimately, I want to see God glorified and his people utterly satisfied in him.