I was born in Hilo, Hawaii, in 1983. Calling Hawaii home for a tall caucasian boy is quite unusual. Most islanders stand out with their bronze-tanned skin and their island accents. However, my dad was recruited by the local college to play basketball there, and my mom was his long-time girlfriend who jumped at the chance to move with him to the islands. They were from Northern California—a small town near Santa Rosa to be exact. He was quite the athlete and was quickly recognized as the star player on his college team. Since Hilo was a small town with few attractions to grab the local’s attention, the basketball team became the talk of the town. My dad was elevated to small-town celebrity status, and he and my mom couldn’t part with the little town and the small island that they now loved. That, and they got pregnant with my older sister.
Robin (my sister) was born in 1979, then Kyle (my brother) in 1981. I was the third child, and Levi (my younger brother) was the fourth. He was born in 1984. My parents worked really hard to ensure a good upbringing—even managing to send us to a private Christian school all the way up until High School. We were brought to church almost every Sunday, though we fought my mom and dad to stay back almost every time. It was through these experiences with church and private school that I had my first encounters with the Bible and with “Christianity”.
I wish I could say that these encounters were always positive. No doubt, that was the intention of our church’s Youth Ministry Leaders and all of my countless Bible teachers. Yet….
Finding The Truth
The Drifting of The Church
The Hilo Story
The Ministry Calls
To The Ends of The Earth