Growing up the son of a minister and came to know,and accept, Christ as my saviour at a young age. I was seemingly surrounded with a daily sense of Christianity, church, and church leadership. It flourished around me with all of it's "good", and all of it's "not so good".

It's no secret that pastoring small churches doesn't pay well and as a senior in high school, eligible for the free school lunch program, I sat on the end of my parent's bed one evening and announced that "being poor sucks."

That statement would soon re-shape the course of my life and just a few short weeks after high school graduation in 1982, just as the son in Christ's parable, I left home in pursuit of a bigger, better, and richer destiny. I never looked back, never longed for home, never realized how dark that road would become, and never thought the course and compass of my life would change direction.

And it happened . . . in 2003 nearly 20 years of hard, fast living caught up with me and I crashed. Just as in the parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11) my moment at the trough brought me back to the realization that a faithful heavenly father was still there to welcome me home. Drained, desolate, and nearly alone I prayed my life had one more chance left in it.

My writings found in "Prodigals Path" are my thoughts, questions, and introspective discoveries that fill my heart, soul, and mind as I make my way home. The blog is the result of a friend's urging, turned insistence, to share with you the ponderings and reflections I have filled his e-mail with over the last 6 years.

Join me on that journey . . .