There are moments in life when everything changes. When a quiet nudge becomes an undeniable push, when a flicker of faith ignites into a blazing fire. My journey to founding Brickhouse Ministries was not an overnight revelation, but a gradual, powerful transformation: one that shaped my belief, my family, and my life in ways I never anticipated.

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I was raised in the church, growing up in a Christian household where faith was ever-present. Sunday mornings were spent in the pews, prayers were said at the dinner table, and the Bible was always within reach. But like many, my understanding of Christianity remained surface-level for much of my early years. I knew the tenets of the faith, but I hadn't yet sought to understand the depth and richness of what it truly meant to follow Christ.

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As I grew older, I found myself craving more. I wanted to not just believe, but to know why I believed. I wanted to understand scripture beyond the Sunday sermons. I remember reading Kyle Idleman's "Not a Fan" right out of college, and while it resonated with me then about the difference between being a cultural Christian and a true disciple of Christ, I wasn't yet ready to fully embrace what that meant. That desire for deeper understanding led me to an insatiable pursuit of knowledge: I began reading, researching, and studying, immersing myself in the works of great Christian thinkers. The more I learned, the more I wanted to know, and as my devotion grew, so did my commitment to raising my own family in a Christian home.

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My spiritual journey was developing naturally through this pursuit of knowledge, but I soon learned that while intellectual growth is important, faith is often refined in fire.

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The first major shake-up came with the passing of my father-in-law. Grief has a way of stripping away pretense, of forcing you to confront the reality of your beliefs. It was during this season of loss that I felt, for the first time, the Holy Spirit pushing me: not just to lean on my belief for comfort, but to step into something greater.

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Being a husband to my wife as she grieved, watching my children experience their first brush with significant loss: these moments were painful, but they were also profound. It was as if God was preparing me, stirring something within me that I didn't fully understand yet. This loss drove me deeper into Scripture and theological study, hungry for more than just personal knowledge. I wanted to be able to articulate, defend, and share what I was learning.

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My reading became more focused, more intentional. I dove deep into Christian theological works, exploring texts that challenged and strengthened my understanding of the faith. John Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion, John Williamson Nevins' The Mystical Presence, the works of C.S. Lewis, William Lane Craig's philosophical defenses of Christianity, Josh McDowell's Evidence That Demands a Verdict: each book added another brick to the foundation of my walk with God. I found myself returning to Idleman's message with new eyes, finally understanding what it truly meant to move beyond being a fan to being a follower.

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It was during this period that my heart began to feel an undeniable tug toward ministry. I wasn't entirely sure what that meant at the time, but I knew I couldn't ignore it. When my local church invited me to provide pulpit supply, I stepped into a role that, while daunting, felt more natural than I had anticipated. The more I preached and taught, the more right it felt: like something I had been called to all along. I was beginning to feel truly strong in my relationship with Christ, finally in orbit around the purpose God had laid out for me.

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And then, the metaphorical asteroid hit.

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My father was diagnosed with stage four cancer.

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There is no way to prepare for a moment like that. No amount of theological study or intellectual knowledge could shield me from the raw, earth-shattering reality of watching my father battle such an illness. But in the midst of that heartbreak, I saw something incredible: I saw my father's faith.

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Every challenge he faced was met with an undeniable reliance on God's will and trusting His plan. His faith wasn't just something he talked about: he was living it, breathing it, embodying it through every difficult moment. Watching him navigate his illness with such trust in God's sovereignty was nothing short of inspiring. It was this witness that crystallized my calling: if preaching felt natural and right, seeing my father's example made me desperately want to help others find that same unshakeable foundation.

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I had already begun taking a few theology and ministry classes, but this realization pushed me to dive in aggressively. I enrolled in a formal program of study to become an ordained minister, taking classes while simultaneously building my ministry. I began writing about my beliefs, discussing them, teaching them, and most importantly: living them in a way I never had before. As my formal education deepened my theological understanding, I discovered that authentic faith couldn't be compartmentalized. My relationship with Christ became the lens through which I saw everything. When I run (my favorite hobby) I incorporate my devotion, using the time to reflect, pray, and push myself as an act of worship. When I coach, my approach is shaped by my Christian walk, encouraging young athletes not just in their sport, but in their character. My teaching, my parenting, my marriage: everything is now guided by my relationship with God in a way that it never was before.

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As my ministry work grew and my passion for helping others strengthen their walk with God intensified, I realized I needed a more focused platform to reach people. That's when Brickhouse Ministries was born: a way to help others build their faith brick by brick on the foundation of the rock that is Scripture. I have come to believe with every fiber of my being that the more you learn about Christ, the more you want to know Him. The more you know Him, the more you want to build a relationship with Him. And when you build a relationship with Him, your life changes in ways you never could have imagined.

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Brickhouse Ministries exists to share that truth: to help others experience the transformative power of a faith that is not just believed, but lived. It is my mission to share the gospel in every way I can, to defend the Christian faith with intellectual rigor, and to do my part in fulfilling the Great Commission.

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The road that led me here has been anything but easy. There have been trials, losses, and moments of doubt. But through it all, God has been faithful. And if my journey can help even one person draw closer to Christ, then every challenge has been worth it.

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This is the Brickhouse Story. A story of belief, of loss, of growth, and of calling. A story that is still being written, one step at a time, as I seek to follow Christ wherever He leads.