The greatest transformation I have observed in my life has been my dad. The words I use here to honor him are those of a son who loves him, a son who knew him before and after, and a grown man sharing things you are likely never going to hear him say about himself — he is too humble.

I moved back to Alabama when I was ten years old. In simple terms, my dad was not the man you would meet today.

I knew him as a man with a strong sense of humor and a serious temper to match — opinionated, angry, and carrying a lot of pain. That was the version of him I grew up around.

When I was thirteen, my dad gave his life to Jesus, and it marked the single biggest transformation I’ve ever seen. The year he was converted, I had moved back to California for a year with my mom. Life in Alabama at that time was a roller coaster.

When I returned the following year to live with my dad, I knew immediately — he was a new man.

Church and Bible reading at the table turned into tent revivals where he evangelized in various cities. Putting up those tents was not for the faint of heart — especially during the summer in Alabama, or any time for that matter.

Over the years, his commitment to Jesus grew deeper. Summers were spent serving on the Navajo reservation for nearly a decade. He traveled to Uganda on missionary trips to preach the Gospel. He became the pastor of the church we grew up in through high school.

He continued forward — becoming an exhorter, an ordained minister, and completing the testing required to become a licensed bishop in the Church of God. None of this came through ambition or title-seeking. It came through obedience, humility, consistency, hard work, and endurance. These aren’t things he would ever say about himself. They are observations solidified by my observing him for more than three and a half decades.

If you haven’t noticed a theme by now, my dad is where I get my all-gas-no-brake approach to life.

To meet him now, the sense of humor is still there, and so are the opinions. But the kindness, humility, and genuine love for people can be baffling if you knew him before.

My dad’s journey in Christ hasn’t been perfect. Like all of us, he was figuring out this new walk while working to provide for us, be a dad, and continue moving forward. Looking back now, I believe with all my heart he did the absolute best he could.

One of the deepest places of pain in my life — and one of my earliest memories — was the day we left Alabama when I was five years old. My dad stood in the driveway and watched us leave.

God has helped me reconcile that moment over time, and my dad has played a significant role in that healing. That season in our life compels much of what I do today — especially in reaching men through our marriage podcast. It was part of our journey as a family, but it is not what has defined our lives.

I love my dad tremendously. I appreciate his lessons, his leadership, and our relationship. His submission of his life to Christ changed the course of our lives — there is no doubt about that.

Keep my name and the scriptures mentioned as well please.

God bless you and thank you for reading,

My Best regards -

Quincy Moran

Romans 10:9

Galatians 6:9-10