In the late 1960s, I was a rebellious teenager, wearing peace signs and shouting slogans like “Make love, not war.” I was a proud hippie, living life on the edge of cultural revolution until I was drafted into the army. After serving my year, life took an unexpected turn.
I met the love of my life, the woman I’ve been blessed to call my wife for nearly 50 years. Who would have thought that a free-spirited, anti-war activist like me would one day find peace not only love but also in faith? This is my journey from the street of protest to the pulpit as a preacher, a path shaped by love, grace and the hand of God.
