I was born and raised in one of the smaller sects of Mormonism (RLDS), with family ties going back to the founding of the movement in the 1830's. I became a member at age eight and never questioned what I had been taught. I called myself a Christian, but I had no understanding of genuine Christianity or the true gospel.
As a teenager and young adult, I lived in sin and it didn’t bother me. I struggled with anger, worldliness, and the desires of the flesh. I remember moments when I counted the cost of following Christ, but I was unwilling to give up my sin. I was a false convert—religious on the outside, spiritually dead on the inside.
One moment stands out from my teenage years. I visited a Baptist church with the girl who would later become my wife. Someone asked me, “Are you saved?” I had no idea what that meant, but I thought, Of course I’m saved—I’m a member of the one true church. I didn’t realize that Jesus warned in Matthew 7 that many who call Him “Lord” will not enter the kingdom of heaven. That was me for the first 30 years of my life.
Over time, the sect I belonged to went through splits, divisions, and power struggles. I began to wrestle with a simple question: If this is the one true church, why is it so divided? That question drove me to pray, “Lord, I want to know the truth.”
Around the age of 30, God answered that prayer. He opened my eyes and gave me a new heart, just as He promised in Ezekiel 36:26. For the first time, I understood the gospel. I saw that God is holy and just, and that my sin deserved His judgment. I realized I had created a god in my mind who didn’t care about sin—an idol of my own making.
As I studied Scripture, I finally understood that Jesus Christ is God in the flesh, and that His death on the cross was the only way God could forgive sin. The Holy Spirit convicted me deeply. I saw that my life lacked repentance. I had never truly turned from my sin or surrendered to Christ as Lord.
But God, in His mercy, saved me.
As the Lord began transforming my life, everything started to change. He gave me a new heart, new desires, and a new life.
The things I once loved now had no power over me. The things of God became my joy. Leaving Mormonism was a process, but Christ led me out step by step.
He transformed my marriage, my home, and my priorities — not instantly, but through His ongoing work in my life. Thirty‑one years of marriage has not been without struggle, but God’s grace has carried us through every season. Many of the sermons I preach today were born out of those very places where His grace met us, sustained us, and taught us to depend on Him.
Not long after, God saved my oldest son Derek as well. We were baptized together on September 23, 2007 as a public testimony of His grace.
Ephesians 2:8–9 became the banner over my life: “For by grace you are saved through faith… not from works, so that no one can boast.” Everything I am today is because of His grace poured out on an undeserving, wretched sinner. He is the only good in my life.