In anticipation of this book actually being published later this year, I am going to write a few blogs about some of the events that have taken place in my life which have led to me starting this project of Becoming Ever Mindful.
I was brought up in a Christian home in Indiana. Our family was the type that was in the church every time the doors were open, as people like to say. My earliest memories include my mom as a backup singer during the worship times. I somehow remember myself kneeling down at a pew in Sunday school around the age of 6, saying the sinner’s prayer. I went to a Christian school or was home schooled for most of my time until I graduated high school. As soon as I was able, I started playing drums at my church and became a youth leader. I received my baptism in the Holy Spirit around the age of 14 and recall immediately knowing that God was calling me to be a youth pastor. I went on a missions trip and remember sitting next to our district youth director on the flight there. I actually told him I planned to take his job eventually. We both had a laugh but didn’t really talk about it much. My entire teenage life included my trying to explain this to friends and family (many of whom did not understand or agree). I was involved with all youth events, I was in Bible Quiz, I went to all the youth retreats and camps. There was never a “rebellious streak” or any doubt in my mind of what direction I wanted to go. I went to a Bible college in Lafayette, Indiana that encouraged me to learn to serve and minister to all kinds of people in all kinds of ways (not just from a pulpit on a stage). At my college graduation, I knew I was going to go out there and conquer the world (or, at least, a youth group)…it didn’t quite happen that way. This project has been more of a documentation of my journey and how I have learned to be mindful of God’s guidance through all of life’s twists and turns. (I’ll flesh out the story over the next couple of blogs.)