Ken

But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus—the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of God. ~Acts 20:24 

    

I’m a Jesus-follower even when I don’t feel like one. I sense God’s pleasure when I write, and preach—even if it’s no longer in a pulpit. Still a wretched sinner saved by scandalous grace plus nothing I can do but through faith in the finished work of Christ alone, it’s why a sinner like me is as much of a saint as anyone else this side of paradise if the Christian killer turned apostle was correct in saying, “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him [Christ Jesus] we might become the righteousness of God.”

You could label and stick a name badge on me reading hopeful rough-and-tumble Protestant. Somewhat of a theological mutt really, in what Michael Spencer called the “post-evangelical wilderness”, but most identify these days with the evangelical Presbyterian and Lutheran traditions.

I’m crazy about a brown-eyed girl named Stacey and the proud father of Becca, Lauren and Gabe. Can’t sing or dance, but would like to think of myself as a decent writer—add to the list average golfer, wannabe chef and complete klutz. It’s safe to say I’ve had nine lives—beat Lyme Disease, survived a tragic divorce, lived to tell about an emergency landing, walked away after being hit by a car not to mention being lucky enough to make it past the age of 10 considering all the stitches my parents couldn’t keep track of by the time I was out of diapers. My future plans include becoming a chaplain to those behind bars. And when I finally do grow up I’d like a small rustic fishing cabin on Lake Michigan.

My education includes being a graduate of Christ For The Nations Bible Institute in Dallas, Texas (’88-’90)—where I studied theology, world missions, youth ministry, pastoral counseling and leadership.  I am a former youth pastor as well as conference speaker and director.  These days I write and reside in Rochester and worship at Kensington Church in neighboring Troy, Michigan. That said, I’m currently looking for a fellowship I identify with more.

When I’m not writing you can catch me keeping up with the Detroit Tigers and doing push-ups so my tattoos have somewhere to go.