Frank grew up on a reserve north of Winnipeg. At a young age, his dad took ill and so Frank dropped out of school to help meet the family’s needs. Before he died, Frank’s father trained him how to work in the bush. Although his dad was a Christian, Frank wasn’t interested. He lived life his way. He got into drinking and nearly died in a car wreck. But that didn’t change anything. It wasn’t until his own boy asked him to go to church with him one day that Frank began to think his life over.

In part two of Larry’s story he talks about how when God saved him – he didn’t want to continue living the way that he used to. He wanted to live his life fully for One who loved Him and rescued him from sin. Considering what Jesus did for Him on the cross, it only made sense.

His was mother was Chickasaw. His father, who was Anglo, rejected him as his son… so Larry grew up in someone else’ home with the stigma of being a “half-breed”. He had heard that these kinds of boys were the worst, and so somehow he thought he needed to live up to that. This is a story with a sad beginning, but thankfully it doesn’t end that way.

When people can tell you they see the joy of the Lord or they can see God in you, WOW, that makes it more worthwhile. That just gives me that joy that’s inexpressible, because there’s people that walk up to me and ask me, “Why are you always smiling, why do you smile?” Well, it ain’t really me being happy sometimes; it could just be the joy of the Lord, and that gives me a chance to just tell them who I am and why. That gives me a chance to say it’s all about God.

“You know, I never experienced a father in my life, so I would just turn to many different things, like boys and drugs and alcohol, just to fill myself, but, you know, it wasn’t filling; it would just leave me lonely in the end.”