I didn’t come to Africa for the scenery—I came because God said “Go.” ✝️🌍
Standing in the heat, the Land Rover idling behind me, I felt the weight and joy of decades of calling. Every place He sends me—across continents, into villages and cities, deserts and rainforests—becomes holy ground the moment obedience steps forward. 🙌🔥
Faith didn’t come fully formed. I grew up in a Christian home, surrounded by the music and ministry of my parents, and inspired by the legacy of a grandfather who served as a Nazarene pastor. 🕊️ Church life was familiar, but personal conviction came slowly. It was through the life of a fellow steelworker, Roy—the “Man on a Mission”—and a Father’s Day surrender 🎁🙏 that I first truly encountered God’s call. A simple gift of a Bible, coupled with years of prayer from my family, opened a door I didn’t know I was standing in front of. 🚪📖💡
Since then, God has taken me across continents and cultures: preaching to the Maasai in East Africa, discipling the Quechua in Peru, and planting churches in the rainforests of Belize. 🌍🔥 He’s woven together the threads of my life—welding, the blazing power of a 3,100-degree electric arc furnace ⚡🔥, ministry, and leadership—into a tapestry that tells His story, not mine. Romans 8:28 reminds me that all things work together for good for those who love God, and I’ve seen that truth every step of the way. 🙌📜
This site, BeyondBorders.God, is the legacy of decades of ministry and the lessons God has taught me along the journey. Here, you’ll find stories of faith in action, insights from the nations, and guidance for stepping into the mission God is calling you to—because His work never ends, and His mission never fades. ✝️🌍💫🔥
Behind the glass, the furnace roared… but at the console, God spoke softly. 📖✨ Roy shared the Word, and something in me shifted. In a place built for fire and metal, the Holy Spirit was shaping a disciple—teaching me that God’s call can find us anywhere, even a steel mill. 🔥✝️
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I never imagined God would begin shaping my calling in the heat of a steel mill, but that’s where much of my spiritual formation took place. The grinding roar, the hiss of molten metal, the 3,100-degree blaze of an electric arc furnace—all of it became a kind of classroom. God used a hard place to forge a soft heart.🔥
Growing up in a Christian home gave me a strong foundation, but foundations aren’t the same as convictions. Those came later. As a young man, I wrestled with questions, distractions, and the noise of life. Yet even then, God was planting seeds. “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you” (Jeremiah 1:5). I didn’t know the calling ahead, but He did.
Then came Roy—my coworker, my friend, and God’s messenger in work boots. Roy lived his faith out loud. No fanfare, no spotlight, just steady obedience. He prayed for me when I didn’t care. He shared Scripture when I wasn’t asking. He lived like a missionary in a steel mill, and I couldn’t ignore it. His presence softened the ground of my heart.
My turning point came on a seemingly ordinary Father’s Day service. I walked in hardened by years of heat and exhaustion, but walked out surrendered. A simple gift—a new Bible from Roy—became the spark God used to ignite lifelong transformation. That day changed everything.
From that moment, I began to understand that God doesn’t just call the equipped—He equips the willing. 💪 He began pulling threads together: my work ethic, my ability to stand in difficult places, my love for people, my desire for truth. He taught me that obedience begins in the everyday, long before it reaches the ends of the earth.
God calls each believer differently—some to prayer, some to giving, some to going. But all are called to obedience, to join the mission where they are, with what they have, trusting Him to multiply every act of faith. 🌱✝️🌍
In Dar es Salaam, the crowd pressed in— 🇹🇿🔥 tens of thousands hungry for hope, shadows lit by Gospel fire. When the message went forth, the Holy Spirit moved, and multitudes ran to Christ. “Today is the day of salvation.” ✝️
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When God called me into ministry, He didn’t just redirect my life—He expanded it. My preparation began with Berean University, continued through the School of Missions at Central Bible College, and deepened at the Caribbean School of Theology. Each step stretched my faith and pointed me toward the nations. 📘🔥
My formal missionary journey began in Belize, where God planted something lasting in me. I still remember the smell of rain on jungle leaves, the mix of English, Spanish, and Mayan in worship, and families who had almost nothing yet gave with overflowing joy. We rebuilt a church in the rainforest village of Red Bank, later helped establish a school, and watched God breathe life into communities hungry for Christ. 🇧🇿✨
From there, the call widened. El Salvador became a place of sweat, sawdust, and Gospel joy—first helping construct dormitories for Castillo del Rey, then returning with a team that carried the message of Jesus into schools, streets, and villages through drama, dance, preaching, puppets, and simple conversations. Those nights changed me. ❤️🔥
Then came Africa. In Dar es Salaam, I joined dozens of U.S. workers and local believers to present Heaven’s Gates & Hell’s Flames. Night after night, more than 10,000 Tanzanians filled a soccer field—shoulder to shoulder, eyes fixed on the Gospel. When they flooded the altar, it felt like watching the book of Acts come alive. 🌍🔥
Later, God opened a door into the highlands of Peru, serving among the Quechua people. I preached in Arequipa, joined puppet ministry in Ichupampa, and saw a quiet, reverent faith that marked me deeply. Under the thin mountain skies, I often whispered, “Lord, how did You bring a steelworker here?” 🇵🇪⛰️
Across every border, one truth became clear: the mission field isn’t a place—it’s obedience. Every village, every service, every face reminded me that God’s heart beats for the world. My part was simple: say yes, and keep saying yes. 🙏🌎🔥
Dusty trails become holy ground when encouragement is spoken in step with the journey. 🌄 Here—on a quiet Andean path—a simple conversation becomes discipleship, and discipleship becomes destiny. 🚶♂️❤️🔥 God still sends His people to walk beside the searching, one mountain trail at a time.
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Not every moment on the mission field was easy. Some seasons tested my strength, my faith, and even my identity. Yet it was in the hard places that God taught me His deepest truths.
There were moments of loneliness—far from family, far from the familiar, far from comfort. There were seasons when resources were scarce, when sickness hit, when travel was dangerous, or when doors closed unexpectedly. But each challenge carved something into my spirit. It taught me to depend on God, not on circumstances. 💧✝️
In jungles, mountains, and dusty roads, I learned that ministry is rarely glamorous. It’s sacrificial. Sometimes it feels hidden. Sometimes it breaks your heart. But it is always worth it. I came to understand Paul’s words in 2 Corinthians 12:9: “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.”
God taught me patience in places where progress moved slowly.
He taught me humility in places where I was the outsider.
He taught me courage in places where fear whispered louder than faith.
He taught me compassion when He broke my heart for the lost. 💔🌱
I learned to celebrate small victories—a soul saved, a family restored, a young leader stepping into calling. I learned to grieve with those who grieved, to walk with the wounded, to stand with those the world overlooks. The edges of the world are full of beauty—but also full of brokenness. And God met me in both. 🌍
Most of all, I learned this:
God does His greatest work in the margins.
The places others avoid are often the places where His presence is most tangible.
Those lessons didn’t just shape my ministry—they shaped me.
With a Bible in one hand and a laptop in the other, I keep walking the path God set before me. 🌍 The mission hasn’t changed—only its tools. From villages to screens, His call still stands: Go where the hungry are, and bring them hope. ✝️💬🔥
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BeyondBorders.God is not just a website—it’s the next chapter of my calling. Everything God taught me in steel mills, jungles, villages, classrooms, and churches now finds a new expression in the digital world. This is the place where my legacy meets my learning, and my mission becomes multiply-able.💻🔥🌍
This site exists for three purposes:
1️⃣ To tell the stories of God at work across the world
Stories that inspire, challenge, and reveal the heart of God.
Stories that remind us His Spirit moves in every culture, every nation, every generation.
2️⃣ To equip believers to live on mission
Whether across the ocean or across the street.
Whether with a passport or a prayer life.
Every believer has a role. Everyone can go—some physically, all spiritually.
3️⃣ To guide those seeking truth toward Jesus Christ
No checklists, no performance, no religious hurdles—just grace.
Just the message of the cross.✝️
Decades of ministry taught me this:
The world is more reachable than ever.
The mission field is now both global and digital. People hungry for truth are searching online every day. And through this site, I want to place hope where the hurting are looking.
BeyondBorders.God is a bridge—between generations, between cultures, between questions and answers. It’s where testimony meets truth, where Scripture meets story, and where God’s heartbeat for the nations becomes accessible to anyone willing to listen.
This site is my offering to the Lord—my “Here am I, send me” expressed through pixels instead of plane tickets. (Isaiah 6:8)✈️💬❤️
Across a simple wooden table, two generations meet at the same point on the map — Central Africa — one hand weathered by years of obedience, the other steady with fresh calling. Together, they remind us that God’s mission doesn’t retire; it continues through those willing to say yes. Legacy is not what we keep — it’s what we hand forward. 🌍🔥
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If my life has taught me anything, it’s this: God delights in using ordinary people for extraordinary purposes. You don’t need a title, a degree, a platform, or even a passport to serve Jesus — only a willing heart. ❤️🔥
I pray you learn that obedience matters more than comfort, and that faith grows best when stretched. I pray you see that every season — joyful or painful, confusing or quiet — carries purpose in the hands of God. He can take your past, your skills, your struggles, and even your scars, and shape them into ministry that reaches lives you may never meet this side of eternity.
I pray you understand that missions isn’t reserved for a select few; it’s the everyday calling of every follower of Christ. The fields are white. The world is searching. The Spirit is still sending. 🌾🌍 And your prayers, your giving, your obedience — your life — truly matter in God’s mission.
I also pray you embrace the truth that legacy isn’t what you leave behind but what you send forward. Every act of faith, every seed sown, every quiet “yes” becomes part of a harvest only God can measure. 💧🌱 And I pray you remember this: God is still writing your story, just as He continues writing mine. The mission isn’t finished — and neither are you.
Thank you for walking this path with me. May the Lord open your eyes to the places He is calling you, strengthen your hands for the work, guide your feet into the harvest, and make your life shine brightly for His glory — wherever He leads. ✨🌍🔥
If God is stirring something in your heart, there are resources here on BeyondBorders.God to help you take your next step — to pray, to grow, to go, or to trust Him more deeply.
The story continues… and you are part of it.
Every photograph tells a story — not of places visited, but of lives touched and transformed by the Gospel. From humid jungles to dusty village roads, from prayer circles to preaching under open skies, these moments capture the heartbeat of a life spent following Jesus wherever He calls.
Here are the real memories, the unfiltered snapshots, and the God-shaped chapters that formed my journey. May they inspire you to take your next step in faith.