Marty Field | @MartyMooseField
“It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child.” Ok, so maybe I can’t steal the opening line from the movie "The Jerk", but I will say my story definitely has its moments. The more I think about it, the more I seem to remember ways in which my life could have been so different.
I was raised in a moderately strong Christian home, where I was taken to church pretty much every time the doors were open. Mom and dad both sang in the choir, played in a Gospel band, and taught Sunday School for as long as I could recall.
My story spells out like many. I was “saved” at the age of eight, mainly because Hell/my preacher scared me and my best friend went down front the week before.
My parents made sure that I didn’t miss any choir musicals, VBS weeks, or any other special children’s function that our good old Southern Baptist Church provided. Even into my teenage years, I was the pinnacle of what the All-American church kid looked like.
You see, by this point, I had already overcome so much. I was dropped on my head as a baby. Yea, I know. That’s what people always joke about. “What’s the deal? Were you dropped on your head or something?” Yes, yes I was. I would share more about that, but I can’t remember. Man, I’m hilarious.
I was also born with severe hearing issues and a speech impediment that lead to some really good times, especially in school. Picking up the sarcasm? Good, because I’m laying it on pretty thick.
To top all that off, my dad got sick when I was eight, and our world would never be the same.
However, I seemed to excel in school in the areas of theatre and debate earning numerous awards as well as a full theatre scholarship. All of this while living this amazingly fake Christian life. Notice I said “fake”. It was around this time that I found the two things that I would remember the most about this time of my life and into college. They were my future wife... and alcohol.
My wife and I were great friends in high school, but we weren’t high school sweethearts. She was dating my best friend. Yes, we are those people. Moving on. I attended college to do theatre, but I majored in not going to class. I was smart enough to skirt around the system for almost two years before I got caught.
In this time Krissy and I had broken up and I had broken down. Alcohol had become my life. I had turned completely away from God, yet somewhere I knew that I really had never turned to God. That was going to come up sometime down the road... I just knew it.
Krissy and I had gotten back together and I had started to get right physically. My dad had started to get sick more frequently, thus creating the setting for the next few years of our young adult life. It was during this time that I asked Krissy to marry me (over our cool Nokia Flip phones so I could tell our grandchildren that I asked the grandmother’s hand in marriage over a cell phone). I told you I was hilarious.
It was early in our lives together that I first felt God calling me into ministry, but it was so weird and I could not quite explain it. We both went into education. She was teaching English and ESL while I was teaching and coaching Speech and Debate. Our children were born three years apart, and everything just seemed to be lined up to fit the modern nuclear family mold. But it didn’t.
I was running from God, fighting some severe non-treated depression, and constantly refusing to deal with the fact that my dad was sick.
That’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks. The brick truck was being driven by my wife and good friend Mike. Mike asked me if I really was a Christian or just playing one on TV. I never really asked the Lord Jesus Christ into my life, and I certainly never started living my life for Him. On October 10, 2006, that changed. I was born again. It was at that moment that God showed me He had a plan for our lives and over the next few years, we were going to see it.
I quit teaching because God took that passion away from me. Krissy quit teaching and started running the daycare within our church. I was working as a chemical operator at a local plant trying to figure out where God wanted me.
In August of 2008, He called us into ministry. It wasn’t a happy time because I fought Him and my family tooth and nail. Crying and scared in the dining room of the big nice house we would soon lose, we said yes to His call.
I stayed on at a local chemical plant until it closed its doors also working bi-vocationally as our church’s children’s minister. I started seminary and we committed to move and live on campus until our church offered me a paid job where we could serve and attend seminary via distance learning.
We served there a total of two more years before moving to Wheeler, where God would show us even more of His plan for our lives. By this time Krissy is counseling, our kids are flourishing despite our daughter being diagnosed with dyslexia and our son having to face the possibility of being the man of the house...
In April 2013, I was diagnosed with stage 3 testicular cancer. After surgery, I underwent 32 treatments of chemotherapy as well as an emergency hospital stay because my digestive system had shut down. There was a point that I was ready to die. But I didn't.
My family’s life had been rocked, but my wife and children were a rock. Our family, church and community seemed to rally around us causing us to realize that we were called for this for many possible reasons that we may never even know.
I told you that my story had its moments. Great, powerful, sad, and even life affirming.
In the wisdom of my 35 years, there are certain things that I am sure:
I married way over my head.
I have incredible children.
God has called our entire family into the ministry, not just me.
His Word is infallible.
Men are sinners.
And JESUS SAVES!
Marty Field loves Jesus, his beautiful wife, and his amazing kids. He is a minister, a teacher, partner in crime with Matt Coker, and part time bare knuckle boxer. He enjoys hunting, golfing, and surviving cancer. You can contact him at @martymoosefield.
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