Biography

(Perhaps telling you more than you may need to know
and answering questions you would never think to ask.)

Ken and Caroline.

Well, this could be interesting - me telling you about me. Just what do I say; how much do I tell; what to include and what to just leave alone? And do I have to do this at all?

A Warning:
most preacher bios
are carefully worded
public relations
masterpieces. This
isn’t one of them.

I suppose I do. After all the Word of God tells us to “know those who labor among you.” (1 Thess. 5:12) And to be sure no one writes, preaches, teaches, or even prophecies in a vacuum. All of those things are colored by who we are which is formed by where we have been, what we have experienced, and certainly what we believe.

And every life has its defining moments. I certainly have had mine. Both good and bad.

A Warning: most preacher bios are carefully worded public relations masterpieces. This isn’t one of them.

In the Beginning

I was born into a Christian family on March 11, 1953 to Alfred and Millie Anderson. We attended Calvary Tabernacle (United Pentecostal Church) where I had a profound encounter with God at the tender age of six and a year later in June of 1960, during some C. B. Dudley (a great Pentecostal pioneer) meetings, I received the Holy Ghost with speaking in other tongues and was baptized in Jesus Name the following night. From the very beginning I felt a call to ministry. The rest of my childhood was unremarkable.

I first married when I was 19 and my wife and I had two wonderful children, Jason and Sarah. I spent my early years of ministry in Bridgewater, Nova Scotia, working at Michelin and helping out in the church in whichever way was needed under the Rev. Fred Wickett and then under the Rev. Tony Gratto. When Rev. Gratto resigned I became the pastor for the next 3 ½ years. We had some glorious times in the Presence of the Lord.

Physical sickness cut that ministry short and I moved back to Halifax for a couple of years. While there the Rev. John Mean (District Superintendent) approached me about going to Stewiacke. I became the pastor of the United Pentecostal Church of Stewiacke in 1984 and enjoyed 6 years of ministry there. Well, I enjoyed at least 5 of those years. Sadly this is where the story takes a decided turn for the worse.

Failure

At the end of my ministry in Stewiacke I experience both moral failure (of the “normal” kind) and a debilitating mental breakdown. Which came first I do not know. All I can say is that it was not a pretty picture, the sordid details of which are best left in the past. The only reason why I mention it at all is because it is one of the things that shaped who and what I am today. On October 4, 1990 my fragile house of cards came tumbling down and on November 23 I left Stewiacke in an ambulance strapped to a gurney to be taken to the Nova Scotia Hospital where I was a patient for the next 7 months.

What a Mess!

Sin will take you
where you don’t want to go
and keep you there
longer than you want to stay.

Someone wise once said that sin will take you where you don’t want to go and keep you there longer than you want to stay. My experience certainly verifies that maxim. My fall cost me my marriage, my ministry, my home, my family, my income, and my already fragile mental health. I repented quickly but finding my way back home was not an easy task. And for the first year I received very little help. Those to whom I turned were the people most affected by my sins. As an ordained minister and a sectional presbyter in my denomination I had enjoyed a position of trust among them, a trust I sorely violated. They were understandably hurt, angry, and they didn't understand my situation or the restoration process enough to be able to minister to my broken state. It spelled the end of my time worshipping in the church of my childhood. I had to go elsewhere.

Word of Restoration

 Rev. Don Carpenter.

A year to the day after I resigned from the church in Stewiacke I attended a meeting in which the Rev. Don Carpenter called me out and prophesied over me telling me of my past sins, their effects on myself and others, and God’s desire to totally restore me. He contacted the Rev. Brian Larratt on my behalf and for two years Rev. Larratt supervised my restoration. It was a very rigorous process. He then released me totally to minister whenever and wherever the Lord might lead.

"There is in repentance this great mystery -
that we may fly fastest home on broken wing." ~ William Sullivan

The meeting in which I received that Word of Restoration was in the church led by my good friend the Rev. Emanuel Lawrence. During the over four years that I worshipped with Emanuel’s church I continued to grow and heal. I was privileged to serve as his Assistant and often ministered in the Word and in the Gifts of the Spirit. In 1995 I left Emanuel’s church and pastored my own work for a short time. Little did I know some of the surprises God had in store.

In 1996 I married my best friend and sweetheart, the one and only Caroline, the Queen of my heart. That was a joyous blessing I sure did not see coming. And it has been a bit of a wild ride ever since! I confess I find her endlessly fascinating. We married for better or for worse and sometimes I think I got the better and with my health struggles she got the worse, but she loves me just the way I am. Hey, how good is that! Born in 1939 she is older than me (born in '53) but she helps keep me young. Life is definitely not boring.

Family

I am blessed that even though my immediate and extended family was devastated by the events of 1990, today I have excellent relationships with my children and sisters. My beloved children Sarah and Jason are the joy of my life. They are now grown and I have 8 grandchildren, 4 from Sarah who is married to John David and 4 from Jason. (It would seem that my kids took the command to “go forth and multiply” rather seriously.) Sarah and John David, among other things, serve God as Assistant-Pastors of New Life Ministries Community Church in Coldbrook, N.S. and Jason is a former officer in the Canadian Armed Forces, living in Penticton, B.C.

I am also a great grandfather, three times over! And because I married Caroline I am delighted to have two step-children, Glenn who is married to Joyce and Cara who is married to Rob, and three step-grandchildren.

My Mom died in 1986. Five years after Mom died Dad married my Step-Mom Audrey. My Dad died on February 12, 2013. He was a Born Again, Spirit-filled Christian for 66 years. I am blessed with a godly heritage.

Two sisters, Linda, who is married to Rev. Willard Jones, and Nancy, married to Ricky Weir. Both are wonderful Spirit-filled Christians and I love them dearly.

Church

Caroline and I have had many varied church experiences since we married in 1996. She has stayed mainly in churches that could be called “Spirit-filled, and Renewal.” She is a founding member of Bethel Halifax, and is on the Leadership Team. I have worshipped in Pentecostal, Apostolic, Renewal, Liturgical, and Sacramental churches.

My Church experiences have been wide and varied. Unfortunately these days I have no endurance for long church services, and due to my disabliities I cannot thrive in the usually delightful chaos of church culture. I have been diagnosed with Type Two Bi-Polar, Chronic Fatigue, some degree of OCD, and some degree of what may be Asperger syndrome. I have also had chronic shoulder pain for the past 30+ years due to Thoracic Outlet Syndrome and damaged nerves. All of which, by God's grace, I manage free of medication. Most days I function well, but I no longer attend public worship.

Quiet Life

I feel a call to a Contemplative life and enjoy spending much time alone, with my dear wife’s blessing. In fact most weeks I live in my basement hermitage from Sunday evening to Friday at supper time, and then enjoy Caroline’s company on the weekends. It is an arrangement that suits both of us quite well. (Hey, you wouldn’t want to live with me full time either!)

Because of my health limitations and my call to the Contemplative and life of an urban monk/hermit for the most part I continue to live a “quiet and peaceable life.” My public life is a bit more controlled than that of most people. In fact when you see me in public you probably see me at my best. Before I go out I most often have a nap so I am fresh and not overly affected by physical and mental fatigue. And I have had a scalding hot bath which is the only thing that helps control the pain and enables me to function better than I would otherwise. I have at least two of these baths a day. (Hey, at least I’m clean!)

Most of all I am thankful for a daily walk with God. What better thing could one ask for? And as an added blessing God continues to use me in the Gifts and Ministries with which He has entrusted me. Which certainly proves what we all know to be true - God delights in using the broken and the weak and dare I say the foolish for His Glory. Praise be to God.


Divider.

And now, lest it seem like I am taking myself too seriously, here is something I found in online in The Wireless Catalog.

We put the fun in dysfunctional.

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