If you were expecting a stoic, stained-glass version of a pastor, you might be in the wrong corner of the internet.
 

I’m Jason—a 57-year-old, "fat-n-sassy" sailor-turned-pastor currently living in a town so small (shoutout to Comfrey, MN!) that we’ve got more four-legged residents than stoplights. I’m a bona-fide child of the 70s and 80s, which means I probably quote Better Off Dead more than is strictly necessary and I still think synthesizer music makes everything better.

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Before I was wearing a stole, I spent nine years in the U.S. Navy. (Go Navy! Beat Army!). That season of life taught me a lot about discipline, but mostly it taught me that God has a sense of humor.
 

My ministry journey has taken me from the mountains of Idaho to the "Holy Toledo" streets of Ohio and across the great plains of Nebraska. Eventually, the compass pointed back toward Minnesota, where I get to be closer to family and serve the people here in the North Star State.

I’ve been married to my gorgeous wife, Danielle, for over 34 years—which, let’s be honest, makes her a candidate for sainthood. We’re officially empty nesters now, though "empty" is a relative term when you share a house with two Boxer dogs named Gus Gus and Arlo.

We have three incredible daughters, two sons-in-law, and a grandson who has officially stolen the title of "Favorite Male in the Family," - well, for now, until his baby-brother makes his entrance sometime around Christmas Eve.