I was born in Spokane, Washington, a Native American from the Assiniboine Sioux Tribes, and grew up hunting, fishing and camping in Montana, Idaho and Washington. Growing up was somewhat difficult. My dad was injured by a bulldozer and disabled when I was a young boy. He then became an alcoholic; my mom worked in bars and did whatever was needed to put food on the table. With eight kids in the house and two other brothers from my dad’s first marriage, I’m sure mom had her hands full. The younger kids were raised mostly by our big sisters and brothers.
It seemed that from Jr. High School on I was always fighting, getting beat up and called many dirty Indian names. By age 15, I was using drugs and alcohol, and staying away from home as much as possible. At 19, after many run-ins with the police leading to many jail visits, and tired of running, I met a Marine Corps Recruiter in a bar after work. The challenge was on. Being certain that my police record would not allow me to enlist, I told him if he could enlist me in 10 days I would go. To my surprise he was back in five days, and I was at the airport headed for boot camp on day nine.
During my first three years in the Marines, the drugs stopped but the alcohol didn’t. I became very involved in Martial Arts, and very good at hurting people. I eventually got out of the Corps after three years, but continued studying Karate. This only got me in more trouble. With vengeance in mind to go back and find all those guys who hurt me in school, it got real ugly. I hurt many people and ended up running back into the Marine Corps to control myself and regain my self-discipline.
In 1996, 14 years later and a Master Sergeant in the Marine Corps, married for 11 years and a devout Catholic with two wonderful little girls, I was given orders to move my family to Japan. To my surprise, my wife decided not to go and filed for divorce. At the same time, my oldest brother Richard died from AIDS. I had already lost my dad and another brother; losing Richard and my family over the course of just a couple years was too much. My life came to a screeching halt. Finding myself in a 20 by 15 foot room on base not knowing what else to do, I cried out to God.
Rev 3.20 says, “Jesus is knocking at our door and if we answer the door He will come in and fellowship with us.” I finally opened that door. What happened after that lonely night in the barracks was the most wonderful thing that could have ever happened. Over the next five months God came after me, sending three messengers. In March of 1996 the third messenger came to me, and I accepted Christ. A half hour later in my apartment, overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit, I fell on my face and passed out, waking up at 0600 the next morning. I felt like a great big weight was lifted off me.
I found a local Calvary Chapel in Tustin, Ca. Then, in March of 1997, I married a wonderful Christian lady, my current wife Leslie, and moved to San Diego where I began attending Mission Valley Christian Fellowship. I can tell you I have learned more about Jesus Christ s under the teaching of Pastor Leo than in the rest of my life. Over the last eight years I have been on many trips to Israel, Jordan, Greece and Egypt, touring and studying The Word of God. My family has been restored.
Recently, I was asked to take over the Security ministry at church. A couple of months later, I was hired by Leo as a new Pastor on staff. This can only be a miracle. You may say that miracles don’t happen, I am.
Matthew 19:26 says, “All things are possible with God.”
Joel 2:25: “And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten.”
My whole life has been about serving and protecting God’s people, first as a Marine now as a Pastor. God asked, “Peter, Peter do you love me?” “Yes Lord,” Peter answered. “Then watch my sheep.”
I love serving God and can’t wait to see what kind of blessing He has for me next.
Deut. 28:2: "And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, because you obey the voice of the LORD your God: Amen.”