So when God called me to moved to Alaska in 2003, at the age of 36, to become worship pastor at Kings Way,  it really wasn't a big stretch for me.  Farther away albeit, and a bit more "wild", but much like home.

Alaska is a place like no other and the more I spend my time in the shadow of the mountains, nestled in this majestic valley called Eagle River, the more I am astounded at the beauty and majesty that God has placed in my life.  I never dreamed I could love a place like I did Chinook, but the truth is, Alaska has become home.

Except for my passion and love for Jesus (and of course my wife), there is only one other thing that goes deep into my soul and grips me without mercy, and that is music and the worship that flows out of that music.  It is a compulsion that cannot be denied.  What I was born to do, if you will.  To birth a song, from out of the deep yearning within me to know the Creator who's fingerprint I find on all that I know.  To be a participant in the act of creation as it exists through the writing of music and of song.  To give meaning and voice to the cry of peoples hearts as they strive to know their savior.  To simply show God's people to the door of His presence so they can enter in worship and be changed in the presence of a holy God.

This is my calling.  This is my passion, and at my very core...this is who I am.  I don't really have a lot to bring Him.  Just broken pieces of a life that has a song to sing in gratefulness for all that He has done for me.

I count it a privilege to serve this great church and I am grateful and honored to walk alongside so many great men and woman of faith, who like me, have simply offered up their broken lives to the God who takes all the pieces and somehow makes sense of them all, turning them into a miraculous arrangement that is their song.

Joy in the Journey.