I warned you in the link to get to this Bio and I'll warn you again. You had best approach my writings with caution. The reason I ask this of you is because I am known by many to be, well, eccentric. Read it unprepared and your eyes might start bleeding. Also, this bio is quite long. Make sure you have a few spare minutes.

I was born at a young age. Zero, to be exact. That's about as young as you can get. When I arrived into this world, I was not very happy. After nine months in a nice warm womb, I was forced into a bright, noisy, cold world and greeted with a rather painful slap on the back. Needless to say, I started crying. This would continue for a number of years as I soon developed cholic. My older sister was a nice quiet baby who SANG when she woke up. I must have been God's way of telling my parents "You think raising a child is easy? Think again."

I spend my first four years in the province of Ontario. Just before I turned five, my parents came to their senses and moved out to BC. Even though it rains 395 days a year, it's a very beautiful place. Every once in a while, the rain stops for a few minutes and you can actually see the beauty.

It was a short time later that I started school. The first signs of some of my oddities began to emerge. As soon as I learned to read, I set to learning everything I could about the world around me. My bed-time companion became the World Book Encyclopedia and every evening at supper time, my family would be treated to: "Guess what! I read last night that a wasp will kill a big spider and lay eggs in the remains!" Yummy... Other hobbies were drawing, fidgeting and girly crafts. Fidgeting didn't go over well with my parents. I still don't know why I thought cutting all those little threads on their couch was a good idea. The girly crafts didn't go over well with the other boys in elementary school. They played soccer in their free time and I cross-stitched. I tried playing sports a few times with them but I was never very good. You see, I'm 6'7 tall. That involves a lot of growing. When you have to adjust to your arms being a little bit longer every week, your physical coordination takes a dive.

On a more serious note, elementary school was a very trying time for me. Because of the many differences that set me apart from the other boys, I was picked on and bullied quite a bit. In grade seven, it reached its peak and I got very depressed. Every night I would pray that God would let me die in my sleep. Thankfully he did not. Although there was a lot of pain involved in the process, it made me a much better person. Today, when I come across those people who don't fit in, I know how it feels and I can be that 'one friend' that I was so desperate for.

When I think of high school, I envision the running sport called hurdles. True, jumping over all those little obstacles may be worth it to some people, but I would much rather just run straight forward and finish the race. It wasn't a complete waste though. I took a lot of art and music courses. When I say a lot, I mean a LOT. In my grad year, my academic course was English. The rest, including four extra-curricular classes, were all Fine Arts.

After graduation I decided that I wanted to go to school for video game design. I set about working and saving money for a very expensive school I wanted to attend. Unfortunately, my search for work landed me in a call center giving technical support to people un-savy in computer lingo. Terrible job? Yes! Great opportunity to learn patience? Yes. Great way to learn how to communicate? I think you get the idea. I managed to get a few things out of it. One thing in particular I got out of it was the personal foundation of my faith in Jesus Christ.

I had prayed the prayer when I was five. I was going to heaven. That was that. Until this point, I had believed because people told me to. I went to church because I had to. I learned to pray out loud and even played bass on a worship team. I was a model "Christian" boy. In this job, my schedule landed me on a Sunday shift. Because of my desire to go to school, I dropped church and kept working. All the questions and doubts I had pushed to the side for so many years came to the surface during this time and I realized that I had been going through the motions for many years. I no longer wanted to follow a bunch of meaningless rules and traditions. I set them aside and that is when GOD showed himself to me. I had begun to attend a college & career Bible study run through my church (parental pressure, actually. God bless them.) and it was there that I encountered the real living God. I put to death that 'model Christian boy' and was made new. Soon after, my shift changed and I could go to church once again.

I continued to work and save for school until one evening while I was praying, God told me that He didn't want me to go. I asked Him where I should go instead and He led me to a summer camp that my church was involved with. He told me that in my time there, He would give me a new direction in life. To make a long story short, that direction is in the field of writing. I have been working on that ever since and one day, He will let me know what it is that He wants me to write about.

It has been a few years since that point. My path now goes to Africa. For the story of how that came about, you will have to read my first blog.

I hope that you will be blessed (and entertained) by what you read here.

In Him,

Luke