I didn't build Ovis Canem because I had it all figured out. I built it because I'm still figuring it out — and I needed a way to stand on the Word while I do.
I gave my life to Jesus Christ at eleven years old. I'd love to tell you it came from deep theological understanding, but the truth is it came from fear — a child's honest fear of hell, and the dawning awareness that I had a real problem on my hands and no way to fix it myself. Through the Word of God I understood I needed saving, and that I couldn't do the saving. I knew then, just as I know now, that Jesus is the only way out. That conviction has never moved.
I grew up in a broken home. There was inconsistency, a lack of direction, and limited spiritual focus — and on top of that I had learning disabilities, a real struggle with literacy. So Scripture did not come easy to me. One of the first books I ever opened was Genesis, because that's where most people start.
It was in my twenties that I admitted how little wisdom and knowledge I actually had. Then I heard someone say that Solomon was the wisest man who ever lived — and that if I wanted to know who he was, all I had to do was open the Bible. I found that he wrote Proverbs. So I gave my time to it. I went after wisdom on purpose.
I wish I could tell you I sat down and everything changed overnight. That isn't what happened.
What actually happened is that I became more aware — of my own inconsistencies, of my weaknesses, and of the real enemies around me: the flesh, the world, and the kingdom of Satan. The Spirit bears real fruit in a man — love, joy, peace, longsuffering, temperance — and I wish I could tell you I had already mastered that last one, self-control. I haven't. I'm still being refined in it, and I expect to be for the rest of this life — until, by God's grace, I come to its end a refined saint.
I've gone from a child, to a son, to a man, to a husband, and now to a father. I cannot put into words how thankful I am for the Scriptures, for my Savior, and for His mercy when I failed, His grace when I was weak, and His love that never once left.
Fatherhood is what made it personal in a way nothing else had. Because a man who doesn't know the Word cannot guard his family with it. You cannot defend what you don't understand.