I grew up the son of a lawyer turned pastor in a church where we spoke in tongues, sang songs like the one entitled “We are the Circumcision” and marched around the outside of our building blowing shofars and banging tamborines decorated with white doves and dangling ribbons. Don’t worry. I wasn’t traumatized. I thought it was all very normal. Now that I know it was not normal I’m old enough to appreciate it. Most of it.
Through lots of therapy, a short stint as an English teacher, a job as a glue filter technician in a glue factory, and a budding career in computer tech support, I too became a pastor.
Now I pastor a small & growing church in Kernersville, NC. I’m married with 3 intense children and I run a web design business on the side.
I have stories to tell.
