I grew up in a family where the gospel was faithfully proclaimed. My parents loved me well and taught me the truths of Scripture. God saved me at a young age, and I made a profession of faith and was baptized at the age of 7. At such a young age my faith was very elementary. I knew that faith in Christ's work on the cross was the only way to receive eternal life, and I believed. Over the next several years, I continued to grow in my knowledge and faith, but it was at the age of 13 that my faith truly began to be tested.
At the age of 2, I was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, a genetic disease that affects my lungs and digestive system. At the time of my diagnosis, life expectancy was in the teens.
Until the age of 13, I had very few complications with my health and lived a normal lifestyle. I loved sports, specifically baseball, and began to play in competitive leagues that took up a lot of time. When I was 13, I got sick with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. This is common for cystic fibrosis patients, but was a first for me. My doctors treated the pneumonia, but also found that I had another bacteria in my lungs that would require me to be treated with IV antibiotics for several months at a time. They placed a medi-port in my chest to receive these treatments and told me that I would no longer be able to play baseball. My world was flipped upside down. The things that I had put so much hope in had now been taken away.
About a year later, I began to realize God's faithfulness in my health issues. I began to realize that baseball was taking priority in my life, and God had graciously reached down and reminded me that He is better. I began to realize that if my suffering through cystic fibrosis was simply a means to remind me that God is my only hope, it was worth it.
I dove deeper into my relationship with Christ throughout high school and into college. In college I joined a Bible study that challenged me to dig deep into the Scriptures, and I walked in this community for a few years.
After college my wife, Rachel, and I moved to DFW and began attending The Village. We got plugged into a Home Group and experienced a level of accountability that we had never been a part of before. This helped us grow even closer to God and was a great community for us to be in.
Rachel and I adopted two boys in 2015, Isaiah and Malachi. It has been incredible to see the picture of the gospel from a parent's perspective and has really helped clarify to me the love with which the Father loves us. There are many hard days, but the Lord continues to pursue us with His love.
Hope for The Village Church
My hope for The Village is that it would be a place where people can come and be welcomed with open arms. I hope that people would find TVC as a safe place to be vulnerable and live openly. Most importantly, my hope is that TVC is a place that speaks truth in love and does not back down from those truths when faced with adversity.