I was born in a Christian home in Calgary, Alberta. 

I don’t think there ever was a time that I didn’t know that gospel. Every year we would go down to Montana to a family camp in the mountains. During one of the messages I remember being under intense conviction. My parents explained the gospel clearly and I trusted Christ to save me that night.  A couple years later, at Heritage Baptist Church, Great Falls, Montana, I sensed the call to missions. I told the Lord that he could use me as a missionary. 

In my late teen years my desire for following the Lord began to dim. I got a good job as an electrician. It wasn’t as though I didn’t want to go to church. I did. I just didn’t want to be a radical. I wanted a life of comfort. I wanted the American Dream. (Or I guess in my case, the Canadian Dream) 

In the summer of 2012, I attended a revival meeting in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan. It was close to 1:00 in the morning. I was following my friend Andrew pretty close down a gravel road. I had never been to his place, so I didn’t want to lose him. We were going way too fast for the conditions, probably close to 75 miles an hour. It was dry that night so the truck was kicking up a cloud of dust. When he crested a hill, he geared down. There were no brake lights.  By the time I realized what was happening it was too late. I hit the brakes and lost control. 

I cried out to God to save me.

When everything stopped, I found myself upside down in the passenger seat of my car. The window was broken and I was soaked in blood, or at least so I thought. Upon further investigation, to my relief, I realized I was covered in water.  

I remember ducking under the water that had filled the cab, crawling out of the broken window, and finding myself in the middle of a swamp. 

I stepped to the shore, looked back at my car, and realized that I had just come very close to death. If things had gone a little bit differently, I could be standing before my Savior looking up into his eyes. It was a terrifying thought.

Everything that I had worked for: my car, my computer, my phone, everything was gone. Looking at my car I realized I was in the middle of learning a very important lesson. Everything was so fragile and fleeting and could be taken away in an instant. 

I knew at that moment I didn’t want to live for something so fleeting and stand empty-handed at the Judgment Seat. 

I wanted to lay up eternal treasure in heaven. I wanted to live a life that really counted for eternity. I went to bed that night sobered by how closely I had come to death. 

I would like to say that everything changed overnight. It didn’t. But God had my attention. The direction of my life was about to radically change. 

In the summer of 2015 an evangelistic team, the Cola Clash came to my church in Sherwood Park, Alberta. We saw more people saved than I had ever seen in my entire life. I suddenly realized that the gospel worked. People still do get saved! We are not doomed to hold on till the rapture with no hope for revival. 

The next year I had an opportunity to travel with the team in the Spring. Again we saw scores of people saved. At the end of the tour, we ended up at Baptist College of Ministry for their commencement service. It seemed to me the campus was haunted by the presence of God. There was an atmosphere of expectation that God was on the move. 

If I was going to Bible school, I wanted to go to a place where God was on the move. I signed up.

During my years at school, my faith increased. Another tour with the Cola Clash showed me the power of specific prayer. On several occasions, we saw specific numbers of people saved in direct response to what had been prayed. 

During my final years at school, discipleship was emphasized. We were taught how to see souls saved and see them through to spiritual victory. 

My experience at Bible school was invaluable in preparing me for the current mission I have embarked upon.

I believe that God is going to use me because I have already seen him use me in the past.

Currently, I am the pastor of Hinton Baptist Church in Hinton, Alberta, Canada. My goal is to spend the rest of my life working in church planting and evangelism.

I have one mission to live and one life to give.  

May the Lamb that was slain receive the reward of his suffering!