Steve Davis Story

I was raised in a small town in Maryland, about a half hour from Washington, DC. My dad was with the Maryland State Police.

My mom worked for an attorney. We went to church every Sunday as a family, my parents got along great with each other and with my sister and me. A problem I ran into early on was that I was what they called back then, "hyperactive." I was intelligent, learned quickly and got bored easily. Since I was hyperactive in school, I got into some trouble just for being too active for a classroom setting. Instead of simply being corrected, I would receive from the teacher, "And your father's a POLICEMAN!" By third grade, I had learned to say, "My dad's a cop, but I'm not!" Of course, when I was a teenager, the pressures of being a cop’s kid were more intense. My friends weren't sure if I would "narc" on them, so I had to prove that I was the furthest thing from a cop that there could be.

Towards the end of tenth grade, one of my friends, who, like me played drums in some of the local rock bands, got what he called, "saved." He quit doing drugs, stopped being mean to his girlfriend and began handing out religious leaflets to everyone who would take them. My friend, Ronnie, sat me down one day and asked me how I would respond if he borrowed a pair of my good shoes, and then went out and walked in the mud, and scuffed them all up and brought them back to me full of holes and rips. I told him I'd be pretty ticked off.

Then, he said, "That's how God is going to be with you, Steve. He gave you a body, and you are dragging it through the mud, tearing it up, and doing all kinds of wrong things with it. He's going to he ticked off at you." We talked a few minutes and he told me to find a Gospel preaching church (unlike the one I was raised in) and when they gave an altar call, (whatever that was) to "go up front and get saved." A few months later, some friends and I had broken into the local middle school, and when the Sheriff’s Office responded, we all took off in different directions. On my way home, I heard some singing coming out of a local small store, and I looked in the window, and noticed it was a church. I decided to go there on Sunday.

What this group lacked in numbers, they made up for in zeal and loudness! I thought they were a bit wacko, but they seemed sincere, and were basically likable. I didn't get "saved" that week and didn't go back the next, but I began finding myself drawn back there every few weeks. In between times, I was thinking about what the preacher was saying, and wondering why I kept going back!

After attending that little mission church for about a year and a half, I remember the preacher, Rev. Milton Wolfe, giving the "altar call." Next, I found myself up front, praying with him, asking Jesus to come into my heart and life. Unlike many people, I didn't feel any physical sensations or even strong emotions. I had listened to Rev. Wolfe for more than a year, and knew that what he was saying was true. It was a matter of me responding to it, and getting right with the Lord.

Over the next several months, I kept going back to the church, and ended up meeting Bill Brown, a retired U.S. Naval officer who had been assigned to the Pentagon. Bill was an incredible guitar player. He was forming a Gospel music group, and began discipling me.  He taught me the basics of serving the Lord and answered my questions and difficulties. By the time he had assembled the group called, "The Journeymen," I had learned the basics of not only my faith, but how to walk a stable and Godly life by the Lord's strength and help.

We played all over the country in various churches, concerts and conferences. We also recorded several times. I have to confess that, as a new Christian, playing Gospel music semi-professionally helped me grow up fast. Through the Lord's grace, He spared me from getting caught in some of the traps that are out there for people who are in "professional ministry."

While playing with The Journeymen, I became familiar with FGBMFI. We played at some conventions. I totally enjoyed the meetings and the quality of the people we met at FGBMFI. They were positive, upbeat, loved the Lord and were the kind of people I knew I wanted to associate with. There was never any drinking, swearing, dirty jokes or anything even slightly out of order, which is unusual for a group of businessmen. After college, my wife Linda and I got linked with the FGBMFI in the town we were living in, and started a teen Bible study in our home, averaging 40 - 50 teenagers at our house every week.

In the late 1990's Steve became an FBI Chaplain. For more information on Steve’s journey go to

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