Longing for glory.
Rain soaked farming valleys during autumn and spring, deep blue skies greeting us in summer, and small town community is what I grew up in. This world could be called by some as “small” but to me I didn’t know anything else. Growing up in rural America was what my family knew. We weren’t involved in what was going on in the larger cities north and south of us.
I still remember the day that the Arkansas mega chain came knocking on our small town in the 90’s. It was the taste of global consumerism that fueled the appetites of our community. We had no idea what we were embracing. Heck we welcomed Seattle mermaid corporations as if they were our own. Overnight our valley abandoned all that we knew, unaware of what we were welcoming.
I must admit, I was caught up in this seemingly innocent welcome culture. Capitalism was good, progressing ever forward. What could go wrong?
Stepping into the wild.
In the quest to embrace this new vision of America, I found myself throwing myself into the global corporate culture. Finding myself caught up in this never-ending consumerism drive, my life became all about acquisition - the latest greatest gadgets, clothing, and corporate titles.
After flirting with this new culture for years, I convinced myself that moving south to the nearest metro area was what I needed to do. A failed engagement didn’t detour me. I had to move - for the sake of acquisition. It was all about progressing, never settling or looking back.
The never ending one ways, expressways, stoplights, food from every region of the world…I was overwhelmed. Man oh man, this new world was was so exotic and alluring. Every time I would travel across the metro, I would take different routes. I was consumed with conquering this world. My thirst for knowledge knew no bounds.
At one point I found myself working full time, attending college, managing a non-profit, and volunteering every free moment I had in my local mega church and community events. There was no rest. The opportunities were endless, I had to embrace them all.
Darkness takes over.
It was only a matter of time before the rug would be pulled out. I had left my main employment to pursue starting my own for profit business. Struggling to balance my time between this new upstart while trying to maintain my commitment to my existing non-profit startup, church, and community involvement I fell hard. Admitting defeat is hard for most guys, it was one I would wrestle with continually for the ensuing years.
Many lessons were learned in this dark season. This chapter of life could be a book in itself. Someday I will write it out for others to learn from however that day has not arrived yet as I’m still walking through the cleanup.
Struggling to find my path.
I withdrew from community volunteering. Next my non-profit finished its run. The church I was involved with faded away and then my main for profit business ended. Everything that had come to define who I was had ceased to exist. My environment felt as if I was planted on shifting sand. Nothing was permanent anymore.
My family went through an intense split that has still to repair the fractures. If it wasn’t for my incredible wife journeying along with her hope attitude, can do mentality, and endless support I honestly don’t know how I would have made it through this period.
It was through struggling to find my path that I learned to lean in even deeper to my faith. In the thick of finding who you are, He is faithful each and every step along the way. In the move to be swallowed up in global consumerism culture, I had lost who I was but Christ did not. Here is where the rubber met the road. It was go time and I had no idea what that would look like at the time. Each day was knocking on new opportunities and paths, always resulting in opened or closed doors directing my path forward. I cannot stress how many jobs I applied, worked briefly, and pursued after in this season
Starting anew.
The plandemic was a wake up call. Just in time for me to snap awake. Everything I had been led to believe about government, healthcare, and our country would get turned on its head.
I would spend my time doing deep dives into as many subjects as I could get my hands on. My desire to learn the truth became an endless pursuit. I dusted off the former non-profit name I had used previously, Endless Pursuit, and reapplied it to my social media. No longer was I okay with being spoon-fed what I was to believe. The fluff that had come into my life since growing up needed to be rooted out. Censored and removed off of the big tech platforms, I felt an urgency to move forward strategically. Our country was being overtaken by global communists and the responsibility to act was now.
As I grew in my re-education, the burning desire to help rescue those around me grew strong. My heart was being prepped to get back into the small business owner mindset again (if you can ever really leave entrepreneurship once you’ve dabbled with it). My active plans are to take the Endless Pursuit brand and use it as my pseudonym for several planned written books, non-fiction and fiction alike, while morphing it simultaneously into a publishing powerhouse.
My wife and I now run a marketing firm giving voices to those that have been censored called Rhema Agency. Why RHEMA? It is Greek for “utterance” or “thing said”. This spoken word is sudden and right on point with what we have been called to do.
Our clients cover a vast array of industries. Everyday we are positioning their marketing to shine through despite censorship. America is regaining its voice as patriots are fighting for it.
Thank you for reading about my story. I appreciate your support in this journey. Be sure to follow me on personally on Endless Pursuit socials. Currently I am on GETTR, Gab, Telegram, Truth Social, Rumble, and Twitter. Rhema Agency just launched a new website with social media rolling out on Instagram and Gab shortly. If you need any marketing help we are always looking to take on more clients. Drop us a line wherever you find us and we’ll be sure to connect.