








50 years ago today in Tuscaloosa Alabama, Pat and Henry Turner had a son they named Steve. Little did they know what an adventure they would be on with this little boy. After all these years I am even more in awe of my parents and the love and leadership that they invested in me. I know I was a handful. I was ADD before ADD was in vogue. My teachers called it a lack of focus and discipline. I called it boredom. One wise teacher, name not remembered, suggested I keep workbooks and Weekly Reader Book Club books under my desk for those “unfocused” times. She was brilliant! Not only did I stay out of everyone’s hair, and in the second grade I do mean literally out of people’s hair (mostly the girl that sat in front of me), but I progressed faster and faster in my learning because of her idea. I am sure glad the drug option did not exist back then!
Fifth grade brought eyeglasses and along with it the terror of being “four eyes” not to mention the change in schools that brought sheer terror. I coped by becoming the class clown and taking very seriously the need to win in all things competitive so as to prove myself worthy of my friends. In middle and high school I honed these skills and found that humor and athleticism were pretty good magnets for the ladies. It wasn’t the “I want him to be my boyfriend” magnet, but more the ” he is a nice guy to hang out with when I am not in a relationship” magnet. Yeah, I was that guy!
I also was always in church! I am from the era where you measured your spirituality by how many hours you actually spent each week under the steeple. A given Sunday for me was…. 9am Arrive at church, 9:45 Sunday School, 11am Worship, 3pm Hand bell Choir (yes you read right), 4pm youth ensemble, 5pm youth choir, 6pm church training, 7pm evening worship, 8pm youth fellowship at Shoney’s. Today people would think “you must be crazy” but I honestly am thankful now for every minute and every activity. Norman Chase introduced me to the music ministry during “youth week” at church, I learned how to read music in choir, hand bells and church orchestra, and I became a religious rebel singing a “rock” musical in church in the mid 70′s called “Come Together”.
1977 took me off to college and my first ministry position as minister of music at First Baptist Church, Woodbury TN. Thank you to that brave bunch who took on a then seventeen year old as their music minister. Then it was on to Salem Baptist Church as minister of music and youth, followed by Powell’s Chapel Baptist in the same position. My journey into full-time ministry began as I served the incredible people at Belle Aire Baptist Church as their college minister and music minister. I am blessed now by being a part of the Shandon Baptist family where I have been for the past eleven years, and this month marks the end of 32 years in ministry for the Lord.
I was married to my adorable wife at age 20 in May of 1980 and two years later took on the parenting of her twin brothers, Donny and Tommy,who were both thirteen at the time. I worked at a bank, was part owner of a computer dealership, and spent close to a decade at Apple Computer. in 1984 my beautiful daughter Kristin was born 9 weeks early at a whopping 2 pounds and two years later we welcomed our wonderful son Ryne into the world. WOW what blessings I have been given!
Along the way was joy and heartache, trials and tribulations, extreme highs and devastating lows. All used by the Father to mold me, teach me, and make me into the 50 year old I am today. I still have a way to travel, many lessons yet to be learned, lots of rough edges needing to be sanded down and polished smooth. I am not a finished product yet but the Master is still at work. I have learned to take off my masks, be honest about my shortcomings, and understand that I am dirt made holy by the grace of a great God because of the sacrifice of His only Son.
At 50 I realize the journey is just beginning. I think my best days are yet to come and I know the final outcome will be worth it all! To all of you who have been a part of my journey, I humbly thank you! You are my teachers, my mentors, my inspiration and my adrenaline. You spur me on to greater things, keep me grounded in reality, and make me strive to become better when it would be easy to say I have gone far enough.
Wherever the next years lead, may I remain faithful to the call and the example you have set for me, but most importantly may I continue pursuing the leadership of the One who made it all possible!