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Hi I'm Jeff

I'm a native Oregonian, a community volunteer and a lawyer. I'm a husband, a father and a neighbor. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I was born and raised in Oregon. I was fortunate to have two loving parents and four siblings who I always considered my best friends. Following high school and a year of college, I served a full time mission for the Church in the former Yugoslavia. After marriage and graduation from law school at Brigham Young University, my wife and I wanted to return to the great Northwest. Debbie and I love raising our four children in this beautiful state. After the minor but mounting injuries from the sports I used to enjoy, I'm happy there are beautiful coastlines and mountains to photograph.

Why I am a Mormon

My parents were both members of the Church and I was baptized a member at the age of eight. I do not doubt that my happy childhood is owed in great measure to the efforts of my parents to live the gospel of Jesus Christ. I felt happy at home. My home was a refuge. I was loved. But as teenagers often do, I began to question my beliefs. Not because I did not appreciate them or want to live them. I did. I was happy when I did. But I wanted to know for myself. I wanted to be sure that God really lived and that going to church each week was not merely a waste of time. My parents, wisely, never forced me to think or believe a certain way. Rather, they would teach me, share a belief, testify as to the importance of it and how they came to their knowledge, and then invite me to seek the answers on my own. They were so confident that if I was humble and sincere, our Heavenly Father would answer my earnest prayers. I read the Bible. I read the Book of Mormon--taking a year to do so. And then I prayed. Earnestly. I wanted to know if God existed, if Jesus was the Christ, and if the church I was attending was the same church organized when Christ was on the earth--restored in these latter days. The Holy Ghost whispered yes and I had a peace I cannot describe in words. That peace is what continues to bless me today when I or my family suffer challenges, health concerns, or the loss of a loved one. My father was killed in a tragic auto accident when I was a young father. He was more than a father to me, he was a hero of mine. But I do not doubt that we will be reunited. I know this because I know that the Atonement and Resurrection of Jesus Christ is a reality. Not by what some might call a Biblical miracle, but rather a still, small, peaceful feeling that was so certain that it was indeed miraculous to me.

How I live my faith

Church services each Sunday are, for me, a rejuvenation for the coming week. They put daily worries and concerns into proper perspective, and inspire me to be a kinder, more Christ-like person. That's not always an easy task, but the weekly reminder makes me try harder the coming week. Whether through Sunday services or personal scripture reading, being reminded of Christ's perfect example and merciful charity, especially for children, is one of the reasons I volunteer with a local charity that works to prevent the chain of child abuse and keep families together. I have reviewed my early life and recognize that my parents' efforts to be good Christians, imperfect as they were, shaped my life for the better. In turn, I have watched my wife's tender nurturing and teaching of our children shape their lives and give them an inner peace and confidence as to who they are despite the chaos of the world and the detractors of goodness. Like all other members, I serve in the Church. That may mean teaching a gospel message one Sunday, cleaning the church building on a Saturday morning, spending a weekend with the Youth on a camp or hike, or simply visiting a family or widow during the week to share an uplifting message. I have an appreciation for such service. Not because it is always easy. But because when I'm finally willing to do so, I am amazed at how much genuine satisfaction and joy come from the simple act of serving someone else. I'd like to do it more than I do.