Former Strip Club Manager and alcoholic re-commits his life to Jesus, and sings for God's glory.

Born in Memphis Tennessee, a city famous for its diversified culture and music. Steve’s love of music runs as deep as the mighty Mississippi. At the age of eight years old, his family moved even further south into the Mississippi delta. Just a stone’s throw away from Clarksdale Mississippi, the home of the blues, and where legend has it; blues guitarist, Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil. Music ran in his blood, he had a passion for the sounds, the stirring of the soul, which only an acoustic guitar and a bluesy voice can produce. That is until he formed a personal relationship with God. The quiet stirring would become an eruption of unequivocal love, for the one, and only Father in heaven.

Steve, even though born into a family who had a deep appreciation for music, not one, had any natural born ability in creating it. Every dog in the delta could be heard for miles, howling with the family’s rendition of “Happy Birthday, dear, so and so”. His brother had a bit of a knack for playing guitar, but as far as seeing his face on the Grammy’s….not likely. Steve’s brother one day decided to pass on his ole Sears Silvertone onto his younger brother, just as older Brother’s do, a rite a passage, so to speak. And try as he may, Steve couldn’t hit a lick.

Steve’s family attended church anytime the doors were open. Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, revival, he could be found squirming on a pew, in the sanctuary of Longcrest Baptist church. Like any young boy, most of the praying was for the preacher to stop preaching so he could go home and play. One Sunday, as Brother John Nolen, spoke, on James 4:3. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. A light bulb went off in that little boy, more like a flashing neon sign. He ran home and dropped down to his knees, guitar not far away, “God if you’ll teach me to play this thing, and sing, and write songs. I’ll play and sing for you”. And he did! But it was short lived to say the least.

As Steve grew into an adolescent, he learned first-hand how cruel kids could be. Bullied and picked on for having an burly afro, on an unusually large noggin, and adorning coke bottle bottom, horn rimmed glasses. Steve was the butt of many a joke at school. He threw himself into his music as an escape.  A neighborhood kid passing by, one night happened to hear Steve playing, and invited him to a party. The more Steve was invited to sing and play, the more folks realized, this kid’s good. The more the “in” crowd accepted Steve, the further away from God he got. Steve found himself in the circle of Memphis's most elite of musicians. And has shared the stage with Randy Travis and Carl Perkins. Steve has written songs for professional Memphis sporting teams, Gaining an immense amount of southeastern radio air play. He was widely accepted as a singer/songwriter. In Memphis TN, that was BIG!

In the height of all of the notoriety, Steve’s spirit always remembered the covenant he had made with God. And God spoke to him, time after time, “Son do you remember me”?

In Steve’s early twenties, Steve supported his already growing family by playing in local honky tonks and bars. One night, during a set break, a burly man approached Steve with a proposition to make some “real money”. Mounting bills, baby diapers, and formula. “Real money” was exactly what Steve thought he needed. He made the call to the man he met at the honky tonk, with it, came a downward spiral that would almost cost Steve his life. The man that had approached him that night, was the kingpin of the adult entertainment industry throughout the south.

Steve found that not only did he have a talent for music, he also had a head for business. Within a few months Steve was managing the strip club he was working in, and would work his way up to general manager. He opened new clubs throughout the South. His love of playing guitar and singing, and his relationship with God, by now, had become just a fleeting memory. Steve’s was at the height of his career in the adult entertainment industry, and even though Steve was immensely popular, respected and successful in his career, he was miserable. Now a full blown alcoholic, cocaine and recreational drug user, and surrounded by beautiful women, he was alone.

He found solace in the arms of one of “his girl’s” at the club, and broke his own rule. He dated, then married a stripper. It was short lived, however. And led to plot to end his life for a notable sum of money.  "Steve found his life hanging in the balance after his attempted murder. Bruised and beaten horribly, he plotted revenge against his assailant"s.

Booze in his blood, and fire in his eyes, he sped down a Mississippi highway to where his attackers had been hiding out. Fate stepped in and before he reached his destination, Mississippi's finest stepped out.  At I-55 and Peppermill Rd, Steve was arrested. Jailed for a DUI, Steve reflected on the events that had transpired. God was calling his prodigal son, to live out the covenant he had made with him.

While working in the largest strip club in Memphis TN, on a Friday night, with a packed house, Steve fell to his knees. People rushed from every direction, assuming all the drugs and booze had taken their toll. Steve stood among the crowd, and walked into his office to call the club owner, and tell him to get someone to come take over,he had just given his life to Jesus.

With the knowledge that God had his hand on Steve’s life, he became a warrior for Christ. He put his passionate love of God in every song he wrote, only to find himself shunned by the musicians who at one time, had held him in high regard, because of his new life in Christ.

Steve still struggled with alcohol, he would drink, read his Bible, and pray. He admitted himself into several privately run rehab’s, traditional 12 step programs, nothing worked. He would often slip into a Sunday Morning worship service and sit on the back row. Seeking someone who could help ease the burden, and tell him how to get better, how Jesus could heal him, no one ever did. Instead he was shown to the door. The realization that drinking hard liquor in extreme excess weighed heavy on his health and mind. Again he fell to his knees tears streaming from his face and asked Jesus to take the bottle from his hand. Steve never drank liquor again.

With God leading the way; Steve started youth groups, a Sunday morning television show, and most notably, started a crusade to put “In God we trust” posters throughout Mississippi public schools. He and his wife advocate for Student’s rights as Christians. Steve finds himself just as much at home playing his guitar and singing on the altar, as he did any big stage, in fact even more so. And gets no greater pleasure than in seeing a lost soul laying down their life, at the foot of the cross.

Steve’s story is one of remarkable grace and mercy that only God can give. This introduction only scrapes the surface of what God has done to change this broken down man into a full-fledged man of God. Steve loves to share what God has done in his life when surrounded by folks that have, at one time, been lost, or still are, and struggling to find the peace and joy, only God can give to his children. God has blessed Steve with a unique, personable, personality, which seems to draw the broken, to be able to overcome their past, and a hunger to step forward, with God leading the way. And compels Men, to stand in the gap for their families, their Pastor, their country, and most importantly for God’s Holy name.