If you want to know more about us, here’s some of our story….
I was born the eldest of three children in Sunnyvale, California, in January of 1955. Sadly, I lost my father when I was three years old in a deadly boating accident, and although I had two stepfathers, my grandfather had the most profound influence on my life because of the unconditional love he lavished on me.
I didn’t know God growing up, but I always had a sense that He was not too far away from me. When I was fifteen years old, something amazing happened that shaped the course of my personal history with the Lord. My mother became seriously ill and was covered with psoriasis, and out of desperation I cried out to God and said, “God if you are real — if you heal my mom — I will find out who you are, and I will serve you the rest of my life.”
To my shock, an audible voice responded, “My name is Jesus Christ, and you have what you requested!” When I woke up the next morning, my mom was completely healed! About a week later, the voice spoke to me again saying, “My name is Jesus Christ. You said that if I healed your mother, you would serve Me, and I am waiting!” Shortly after this life-changing experience, I came to know God during the Jesus Movement.
I met Kathy when I was fifteen and she was twelve. I lived in Sunnyvale, California, and Kathy lived about thirty miles away in Fremont. Love drew us together, and by the time Kathy was thirteen, we were engaged to be married (I wouldn’t recommend this plan to anyone today but it’s our story and God has been faithful to bless us).
In 1975, we were happily married! At the time I worked at an automotive repair shop in Sunnyvale doing what I loved to do: repairing cars and managing people. Kathy was the bookkeeper. We moved to San Jose for a couple of years, but in the midst of the fast pace of life, I had a serious nervous breakdown. We decided to move to a small town in the mountains of the Trinity Alps of California called Lewiston, a town of 900 people, so that I could get well. To my dismay, the slower mountain pace didn’t help. Instead, I grew worse by the day, struggling to find peace in the storm. About three and a half years passed before I finally received deliverance from the spiritual torment that had been plaguing me, and this victory became a rod of authority for me in ministry.
I wrote about this process into freedom in my book,
Spirit Wars. A couple of years later, we moved to a town called Weaverville...