EvanNot much need be said of my early childhood. I was born to two loving, Christian parents as the hair-band metal whines and shouts of “I want my MTV!” were just beginning. I spent much of my toddler years learning to read and sing at my mother’s feet while my father toiled endlessly to bring home what little money we had, in the heart of the Mississippi delta region. When I was 11, we moved to what seemed to me to be another world, but in reality was only Gainesville, GA. It was here that I started actually growing up.

Or at least I thought so at the time. My junior high and high school years saw me deepening my love of music with my involvement in Band, and reading endlessly both in and out of class, usually books and subjects that were not synergistic (or even related) to the topic at hand, much to my teachers’ endless dismay. Consequently, my grades were less than spectacular, unless you mean spectacularly bad. I believe, if I recall correctly, that I graduated (by the skin of my teeth, I might add) with something close to a 2.9 GPA and an education I felt was adequate for whatever I would face.

Well, it wasn’t the first time I’d been wrong, nor would it be the last.
One other thing that happened while I was in these adolescent stages was a transformation away from the choir-boy Christian I had been and into an arrogant, presumptuous little snot. I thought of myself at the time as a worldly, street-wise man with no ties to anything so droll as objective morality. I threw away my faith and focused on what felt good, tried to live my life according to whatever direction the wind was blowing at the moment, though I thought myself principled about certain things, such as the primacy and amorality of Knowledge, or that I was the master of my life. I was years shaking that particular latter fallacy, actually.

After High School, I briefly attended (and nearly flunked as spectacularly as before, had it not been for my sheer luck in being able to drop the classes before a grade was recorded) the local community college, and played briefly with the Jazz Band there before being told to take a hike due to absenteeism. Pretty much two things mattered to me in life at this point: girls and fun, and often the two went together.

I realized at some point that I was spinning my wheels and getting utterly nowhere, so I decided I would join the military and at least get paid to sEvanUniformSepiapin my wheels. They’d even pay my way through college, whenever I decided to go back, since right then I was decidedly not “into” school. I was, however, into computers, so I finagled the recruiters at my local MEPS station into giving me paperwork with a guaranteed Computer Programmer job in the US Air Force. It was the beginning of what has been one of the bigger adventures in my life.

And you know what? I’m going to gloss over the majority of what happened during the six years of my enlistment. Why? For the most part because it’s a story that deserves its own mini-novel, but mostly because I can’t decide how to boil it down, and there’s a lot of trauma and little victories that occurred that shaped who I was when I separated from the service in 2006. I will say that I met my wife in 2004 at Airman Leadership School and we were married in March of 2006, right before I left the military. I was jobless and with little prospects for employment I started cooking and waiting tables for a living. My interest in being gainfully employed was fairly high, because we were pregnant with our first child.

In July of 2006, Lillian “Lily” Elizabeth was born. Prior to this, I thought I had experienced love. I also thought I might be up to the challenge of living my life as a good man. EvanAndLilyNewbornFaced with the blinding, searing, debilitating love for my little girl (now girls, Laurel was born last year, Feb 2008) and the sudden, chest-crushing responsibility for being a good role-model and example for my children (and my wife!), I discovered that in the last little pocket of self-honesty within me,
I knew good and well there was no way I could live any sort of life that would be a good example for her. I was still a kid myself, for goodness sake, how was I gonna care for and raise this little girl to be a good person, an adult contributor to society? It was this realization that was the turning point in my life. That morning, the Holy Spirit touched my soul and awakened a faith that is not mine, gave me the most important choice ever faced by any man: give up your illusion of control and allow Christ to take over, or continue to be the lost, condemned soul I was.

Since then, well… I don’t know that anyone I knew before would recognize me now. Certainly they would double-take at any assertion that I could be fit for ministry. I was nothing if not a self-serving changeling with very little in the way of integrity prior to this road-to-Damascus conversion. After all, what need is there for integrity when you can rationalize the world away into nice little pigeonholes? But suddenly it all mattered to me, and with Christ’s help I started to turn my life around. It took moving to Hattiesburg before Karri and I decided to go to church again, but the transformation has continued apace.

Soon after moving to Hattiesburg, I started feeling a need to study the Bible and re-familiarize myself with that long-lost connection to God and His will. The change has been rapid and radical ever since. I have given up or managed to push out of my life the vast majority of the obvious, superficial vices the Enemy used against me once upon a time, all with the help of Christ’s cleansing power. Now we have begun the real battle of sussing out and putting to death the truly insidious sins, lurking like serpents in the weeds of my life. Recently, I have responded to what can only be described as an inexorable movement of my heart towards a life of ministry. I will begin attending William Carey University in the fall of 2009, with my eyes on attending Seminary immediately post-graduation to begin graduate work in Theology and History, as well as secondary and post-secondary Education.

As a result of the increased responsibility I have in my life, I have become more involved in politics in America. If you subscribe to the feeds from this site or from my blog on RedState, you’ll see that my articles will tend to pinpoint an issue from either religion, politics or more often a combination thereof. While I am definitely a Conservative American patriot, and will be very vocal about it when there is a subject that needs it, I am no longer as vocal or as militant as I once was on these subjects. After lengthy introspection, I decided to turn my energies where they would be of most use in my life and for the glory of God, to the duties of the work He has laid out for me at hand in the present reality of my life. It is all too easy to overspend oneself emotionally over political, legalistic or moralist issues and be left bereft of energy for the things that matter in life.



We spent three and a half years in Hattiesburg, and all of us grew up a lot in the time we spent there. I completed two years of schooling towards a degree in Biblical Studies at William Carey while we were there, and we met a lot of people I now consider friends. In July of 2011, I felt it was time for us to move on, and more specifically, move back home to Georgia to be closer to family. I put my resume on the market and God saw fit to guide us to a fantastic opportunity in Atlanta.

It’s been almost a year since I took that job and moved the family here on the lake in Georgia, and in that time we’ve continued to grow. I don’t know when or if I’ll be able to continue my education, but in the last year or so I’ve learned that ministry isn’t just preaching from the pulpit, but is in recognizing the tasks God has placed at your feet and performing those tasks with the glory of God at the forefront of your mind. So, perhaps I may not be a preacher one of these days, mayhaps I will. When God shows me that path and lights it up with his grace like he did for this last move, I’ll be sure to follow.

Update as of June 2015: I will be attending Boyce Bible College online to finish that long-dormant education begun at William Carey University, and from there I hope to move to Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, where my goal is to earn a PhD in Christian Apologetics.

That’s about it for this biography. If you really want to hear my war-stories about being in the Air Force, ask. Otherwise, please enjoy my writing and comment liberally if you like something, don’t like something, want to correct me or simply want to hijack a topic.