I’m a man held together by my God, my family, and the Green Bay Packers. Outside of glorifying God and enjoying Him forever, my chief end is to love my neighbor, my wife Rachel and raise my children to hold fast to what the Scriptures principally teach.
I have made it my life’s mission to fight lies and exalt truth (along with shooting 69 on the golf course) before I trade this shell for my glorified digs.
Dogs are the godliest animals there are, and cats are spewed from the depths of hell to wreak havoc on humanity. NASCAR is pointless, selfies are narcissistic, wrist watches are pointless, and Apple is evil. Christ is my King—not my homeboy—and cynicism is the new optimism.
I have an addiction to literature and an infatuation to digest as much theology as I can, just like Joel Osteen. I have many heroes but none have impacted me more than my mother and father. I have a beautiful bride that grows more beautiful by the day. My son, Dale, is 7, and my wife and I are expecting our first daughter who will, no doubt, throw some more hormones into the mix. I’m nestled in-between one of the godliest men I know (my older brother, Josh) and one of the most caring sisters, Hannah. I deserve Hell and certainly don’t deserve the amazing folks I have for kin.
My life is a story of grace and mercy and I fall far short of exuding that to others.
Bring by a nice craft beer and a good cigar anytime and we can talk turkey.