About Me

I was born in 1952. That makes me a baby boomer. The fifties, what a time to be alive! It all began so innocently. James Dean was a movie star, and so was Marilyn Monroe. John Kennedy was a senator, and Ike was president. Ernest Hemingway was in his prime. Elvis was king.

You could buy a handful of candy for a penny, and for 25 cents you could get a burger complete with the trimmings.

I spent a good deal of my childhood in Southern California and remember watching I Love Lucy and Leave It to Beaver on black-and-white television. But life at our house was not like it was over at the Beav’s.

I came from a broken home, which often resulted in my being carted off to different parts of the country on short notice to live in various faraway places including New Jersey and Hawaii. I got used to the term new kid, and because I was forced into being a loner because of the many moves we made, I was lonely much of the time; and because I had an artistic streak I retreated into my private world of cartooning. In fact, growing up, it was my dream to one day become a professional cartoonist.

My dad was no Ward Cleaver. In fact, I had no father. I was born out of wedlock and had a series of different men my mother married in her quest to find meaning in her life. I was raised in a very adult world that was disillusioning. I quickly tired of the alcoholic haze that seemed to hover over my home life. I saw alcohol as symptomatic of the times and at an early age determined that there must be more to life than what I had seen so far.

I had a hard time growing up; in fact, I grew up too soon, even in the age of innocence known as the fifties.

Then one day, shots cracked the air in Dallas, and as bullets ripped through the body of President John F. Kennedy, the age of innocence came brutally to an end for me and my generation. No more illusions that life would ever be like it was depicted on TV, always a happy ending.

Other icons of our generation were checking out ahead of schedule too: James Dean was killed in a head-on car crash. Marilyn Monroe was found dead of an overdose of barbiturates. Then while running for president, Bobby Kennedy was assassinated, following in his brother’s bloody footsteps.

Now it was the sixties, and kids my age are trying to get a handle on all these dreams going up in smoke. Like millions of other teens, I thought I could—we could—change the world. Never trust anyone over thirty, now a cliché to describe the mindset of the generation, rang true for me, too.

I remember the first time I saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show. I was living with my grandparents at the time. They were thoroughly disgusted with those four mop-top lads from Liverpool. But I was intrigued by their music and its message—a message that became increasingly drug motivated.

As the Beatles went through their many phases of musical and personal discovery, I followed suit on the heels of a whole generation. We didn’t follow the music as much as the musicians, Pied Pipers of a generation playing the soundtrack to our lives. It was as though an entire generation was caught in an unseen current that pulled us along in an uncertain direction. None of us knew where it was leading, but we were enjoying the ride.

While there are idyllic memories of hot summer days driving to Corona del Mar Beach in Southern California, savoring the aroma of Coppertone suntan lotion as I listened to “Surf City” by Jan and Dean on the car radio, there was trouble brewing in paradise.

As did so many others of my generation, I bought into the idea that drugs might contain some of the answers I was looking for, so I could truly find myself. It seemed that everyone was doing drugs and that drugs were actually being celebrated in our culture. Love beads. Flower power. Long hair. Peace symbols. Psychedelic prints. Bell-bottom jeans.

I followed along at first, almost believing that the answers to the questions would eventually come, as promised. However, it wasn’t long before I saw the futility of this lifestyle as I watched my creativity, motivation, and skills diminish. I was told drugs would make me more aware, and in many ways that was true. I became more aware of how empty and lonely I was deep down inside myself. After a particularly frightening drug-induced experience, I knew that I had to stop doing drugs forever. At that moment I knew drugs would be part of my past, not my present, and certainly not my future.

I had also seen the devastating effects of drugs on the lives of sixties cult heroes who self-destructed while still in their prime: Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison—all gone.

Add to that the ominous cloud of the Vietnam War that hung over the heads of the nation’s young men, including me. We sat in our living rooms watching the daily news reports while the statistics piled up on the latest casualties: guys the same age who had been struggling with the same issues. Every one of us who were draft age lived with the uncertainty that at any minute we could be headed for Vietnam, right after being hastily taught how to handle a gun. Then there was Watergate. We watched the highest office in our country unravel and saw a president fall.

All these converging issues caused fear and disillusionment. At a very early age, I found myself asking the big questions: What is the meaning of life? Why am I here? And the one that really kept me up nights was, What will happen after I die?

The popular belief of our culture seemed to be that once a person died, there was nothing. Life followed by one big zero. No afterlife. No heaven. No hell. Nothing. A product of the culture, that about sums up what I believed and the thought of forever nothingness terrified me. How could a person like me—a person with thoughts, dreams, feelings, inspirations—simply cease to be?

While I cannot say that I was obsessed by these questions, they did seem to be coming up pretty frequently for a teenager. Interestingly, the person who pointed the way for me to find answers was a girl I’d noticed on my high school campus. It wasn’t that she was a beauty queen, although she was attractive. She just seemed to glow from inside herself. And it wasn’t that I had a crush on her. I just saw something different about this girl and was determined to find out what it was.

One day my chance came. I saw a friend of mine talking to her and decided to just walk up and casually join the conversation. As I came closer, I noticed she was carrying several books under her arm. One of them was a Bible. Oh no! I thought. That means she’s one of those Jesus freaks! That’s so sad! Nevertheless, I walked boldly over and joined the discussion, just as I had planned, while mentally crossing her off my list of potential girlfriends.

I had seen her kind before, these crazy Christians who would carry their Bibles on campus and constantly talk about God as though He were a next-door neighbor. It all seemed quite insane to me. Don’t get me wrong. I believed in the existence of God. In fact, when a crisis hit, He was the first One I called on. But frantic prayers in times of crisis were pretty much the extent of any communications I had with the Almighty.

I had always admired Jesus, too. After all, I had seen all His movies: The Greatest Story Ever Told, The Robe, King of Kings, Demetrius and the Gladiators, Ben Hur. This celluloid Jesus seemed like a decent person. I was always particularly touched by the crucifixion scenes and thought, “What a terrible waste!” I wanted someone to do a contemporary picture, giving the life of Jesus a new treatment. Why not toss all this death and gore out the window? Why not play up His message of brotherhood and love and just let everyone live happily ever after?

Although I felt certain that Jesus was out there somewhere, I certainly did not think He was interested in me or my problems. Anyone who wanted to spend time talking to Him, or about Him, was fine with me. I just didn’t want Him pushed off on me. “To each his own” was my motto. I determined to put some distance between me and this young mystery girl. But several days after having that three-way conversation with her, I spotted her sitting on the front lawn at school, along with about 30 other Jesus freaks. They were singing songs about God. Already a seasoned people watcher, I determined to study the group from a distance without getting too close. After all, I couldn’t sit close enough for any of my friends to think I was one of them. That would have been the equivalent of social suicide in high school.

I watched as passersby would snicker. Even the most abusive remarks seemed to go unnoticed as the group continued their time of prayer, Bible study, and worship. I was touched by their sincerity, even though it struck me as odd that anyone my age would want to spend time singing songs about God. Then a young man named Lonnie Frisbee stood up with a Bible in his hand. He was a youth pastor with Calvary Chapel of Costa Mesa, where the Jesus Movement was in full swing. With his shoulder-length hair and beard, he almost looked the way I had seen Jesus depicted in paintings and in the movies. He opened the Bible and began to speak. Although I listened to what he said that day, I don’t remember any of his comments except for one statement: Jesus said, “You are either for Me or against Me.” What side are you on?

That really struck me. Never before had I heard that faith in Christ was an either/or deal. Jesus was just this wonderful historical figure who lived a long time ago, did a lot of good turns, and taught brotherly love. As a teenager, I thought that was cool. But for the first time, I had heard that it was actually possible to know Him in a personal way. It seemed too good to be true. I looked over at these Christians, all sitting cross-legged in a circle, and thought, Undoubtedly, they are for Him. Knowing I was not one of them, it dawned on me that this must mean I was against Him.

This impassioned preacher told the group that anyone who wanted to know Jesus in a personal way should get up and walk forward. Then he would lead in a prayer. I dropped my head and thought, if it truly is possible to know Jesus in a personal way, I would love that. Immediately, the doubts came: What if this isn’t real? What if Jesus says no to me? I just can’t do it!

But before I knew quite what was happening, I found myself standing with a handful of other brave souls, praying with the long-haired minister to receive Jesus Christ into my heart and life. I had the distinct sensation that a tremendous weight had been lifted off my shoulders. In no uncertain terms, I knew my life had changed dramatically. That was in 1970.

I have never forgotten where I came from or the way I used to think. Because I remember so vividly the path I was on and the dramatic way my life’s course changed, I want to tell my generation that the questions so many people are asking today are the same ones I had once asked.

Eventually each one of us asks the big questions. Why? Because each of us has the same four basic issues to deal with. Whether we are rich or poor, male or female, famous or unknown, American, European, Asian, African, Latino, white, black, or brown, these four things are true of all humanity.

Each person, no matter how wealthy or powerful, has an emptiness inside. Every person is lonely in a way that relationships can’t fill, children can’t fill, friends can’t fill. I believe that it’s a loneliness for God. There is a sense of guilt in every person. Not only are we all empty, lonely, and guilty, but every one of us is also afraid of death.

After making that commitment to Jesus Christ, I began to use my artistic ability to try to convey the gospel to my generation. Not long after my conversion, I found myself teaching Bible studies of all things. This is ironic when you consider that I was not the best student, to say the least. But I had never read a book like the Bible before and it came alive to me, making me want to share that with others.

Since then I have pastored a church, written a number of books, produced a few films, and preached at evangelistic events called Harvest Crusades.

My mother came to Christ shortly before going to heaven some time ago, and I thank God for that.

If you want to check out my ministry page, visit harvest.org.

In Jesus,

Greg Laurie

22 thoughts on “About Me”

  1. Mark Thibault says:

    I too would love to see more crusades on the East coast especially here in Albany, NY. The last
    evangelistic outreach was when Billy Graham was here in 1991. My Senior pastor Dr. Rex Keener
    was part of the team and I’m sure he would love to be a part of the advance team that helps set it up with the local churches.

  2. Bob says:

    Yo Pastor Greg,
    Follow you regularly and love your program. Recently in a devotional you mentioned Jehoshaphat sending out choir and musicians 1st into battle. Not sure you know much about the Scots and their history in war, but often the pipers went first, I think primarily because the pipes songs riled the Scots into action. There was a time after the Battle of Culloden when the English banned bagpipes as well as tartan, claymore swords, etc. as weapons of war. Referred to in “Braveheart” (although way too early in history) as outlawed music on outlawed instruments. Just a small observation on how Jehoshaphat’s orders may have carried on historically.

    God Bless,


  3. Steve says:

    I apologize for using this blog to ask a question about a YouTube study. I use YouTube to study Greg’s Bible studies and I finished both videos on Romans 1. I noticed that there is a Romans 3 but not Romans 2. Is there not a video on Romans 2? Thanks

  4. Truyn Mosher says:

    I heard you on the Radio; kind of bold for me to do. But you talked of needing others in the boat w Jesus needing to step out in faith, taking a step; not only Peter to do so.
    You mentioned you’d like to see another revival in your life.
    I do physical therapy, but I feel in the future it’ll be ministry of some type; I guess PTA is my tent making.
    You said you mentor. I’d like that. I don’t look for greatness, I just want to give back in love.
    Truyn Mosher <

  5. Victor Suarez says:

    Pastor Greg, I enjoy listening to your radio program each and every morning on my way to work for the past 2 years. I also enjoy listening to your testimony. I too came from your era of innocence and was lost during the 60’s right up to the 90’s. you can say i was traveling in a circle in the wilderness. but I was saved and turned my life over to Jesus Christ since 2005. I wish i could’ve been a follower of Jesus sooner than later but it was in God’s plan not mine for this to happen to me and I’m ok. What I would like to ask you is why don’t you come over to the East Coast (New York, NJ, Florida, Massachusett, Chicago etc) We have many lost souls over here that need to hear the Gospel and since we no longer have Billy Graham to evangelize to the the masses over in the East Coast I was wondering why don’t you pick up the Torch that was layed down by Billy Graham and deliver the message to us here? You say you love to Evangelize. Pick up the Torch that was left behind and do it. We need Preachers like you to share the Word to those who need to hear it. Please consider this and pray on it. Love you man

  6. Hadassah says:

    I’m so grateful you wrote this, Pastor Greg Laurie! Thank you!

    As having been adopted and never knowing a blood relative, and having been adopted into an abusive home, you commented once about how those that didn’t have a parent have this way of always searching. I found great solace in that, coming from such a great teacher as you. While I may not remember the exact words, I remember the expression. I felt like you understood. Long years have passed and I’ve never found even the spiritual family I prayed for. Sometimes it’s my very want to connect deeper with people that causes them to push me away. Recently, I really wanted to be with my three Christian friends and their Christian families over the holidays instead of being alone. I asked if I could join and was met with words such as, “what do you think, that you can just invite yourself??” I really thought these people were my Family, yet they actually told me they didn’t want me there. Because it caused me so much hurt and I reached out again for help, wanting to believe they still loved me and that it wasn’t as hurtful as it looked, it was too much for them to want to deal with, so they cut me out of their lives for good. These are churchgoing Christians who are constantly preaching and going on missions. Point is, even in the Body, those that come from blessed households have a hard time understanding. Please teach them what it’s like, Pastor Greg, so they will have more compassion and understanding on how to love those that do not have what they have in family.

    With Love and Thanks,


    1. Tracy says:

      Hi. I want you to know that I’ll be praying for you. I’m so sorry about what happened, and I hope that it doesn’t harden your heart against Christians. We are all supposed to be brothers and sisters in Christ, yet it doesn’t always feel that way. I speak from experience and have gone through similar situations myself. My family and I will be thinking of you and praying
      for you this Christmas, and if we knew each other, you would be spending the holidays with us as family. Remember, you will always have the Lord, your Abba (intimate term for father) you more than an earthly parent ever could. The Lord said “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you;” (Jeremiah 2:5). God bless you.

  7. Cindy Long says:

    Hey Greg,

    I don’t even know where to begin. I started receiving your daily devotionals by chance a few years back and have enjoyed receiving them each day, ever since. Then a few months back I was talking to one of my church members and she talked about who she knew you from your “early” years. They (Drexel & Jean Berry) had nothing but wonderful things to say and she even lend me your book “Lost Boy”: My Story. What a great, touching book…which I’m still reading.

    Thank you for all you do!
    Cindy Long

  8. James Elliott says:

    I found your blog by searching for a bit of history to the Larry Norman song, ‘Reader’s Digest’. The lyrics, ‘Dear John, who’s more popular now?’ did not mean anything to me. I did get the humor in the comment the Beatles said all you need is love and then they broke up. At first, I became really curious that you were testifying of God and then I went to the about me and noticed that you are Greg Laurie. Then I realized that I have found a hidden gem. Thank you for sharing your bio/testimony! Keep up the good work and may God continue to guide and bless you.
    Oh, and thank you for providing the answer to what those lyrics were about! It is sad to see famous misguided souls throughout history. And furthermore, to see the next generations following them. The followers of Christ will be victorious forever, by the works of God through Jesus Christ!!!

  9. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for sharing your story. I was in sixth grade when my dad left my mom. There was no alcohol or abuse or anything like that , it’s just my parents had very different personalities and didn’t get along. There were lots of times we (my brother and I) saw them not talking to each other , my father wouldn’t eat the food that my mom cooked instead he would cook his own food. That was emotionally very hard on us. And one day when I came home from school I saw that my dad wasn’t home. He packed and he left… there were days that my brother and I would stay alone at home because my mom had to work night shift. There was one particular night that my brother wasn’t home he was in the Army, so I had to go stay at my uncles house and I overheard my uncles wife telling my grandma that she doesn’t want me to sleep over there. Long story short Jesus found me when I was 17 years old and baptized me with Holy Spirit, i didn’t know that another trial was awaiting me.. I got married and couldn’t have children for 15 years. Thank God, it’s been almost 9 years that our Lord blessed us with twins boy and a girl. My story is a lot longer … He saved me from drowning in the river. Praise and Glory forever and ever to our Almighty God!

  10. Jason Hammond says:

    G. Laurie, Hallelujah! You have been apart of my life, and in particular, my mornings for many years now, thank you for sharing your love of God! Just this morning it hit me that each day I begin with, Morning G.Laurie (Glory). I got a kick out of it, maybe someone else will, I know I’ll never be able to associate you with anything other than Glory!

  11. Rosemary Sanzari says:

    I truly enjoyed reading your bio…a friend of mine is going to watch the Steve McQueen movie tonite, and he kept talking about you and the respect and love that he feels for all your grateful devotion and sharing your love with us…Thank you Pastor Lorie…

  12. Bryan Keith Ball says:

    I have been a church hopper for the last 6 years finally settling at Lifechurch here in OKC, but to me it seemed like I needed and wanted more in my life.enter CSN radio, I heard Greg Laurie and it got me this is what has been missing in my life, since then I listen to Greg on a daily basis, My only wish now now is that he would have a church in Oklahoma! God Bless you Greg for saving my life! Your friend in Christ…Bryan

  13. John Noonan says:

    Pastor Greg,
    I want to thank you for your teachings. Though I have been struggling in my walk with the Lord recently hearing and watching you keeps me going in the right direction. Thank you for your dedication to bringing the lost to our Savior.

  14. Brenda Haines says:

    Tonight I saw you for the first time on greglaurie.tv and last night watched the AS Harvest America Crusade. My husband and I along with our children were part of Harvest from 1981-1985 then moved away. Back then it was Calvary Chapel Riverside, and the name was changed while we were attending. Spiritual nutrition was freely given & paramount to our spiritual foundation & development. We were honored to get to serve and the training was excellent. We’ve consistently served through the years but in much, much smaller Calvary’s. We remain eternally thankful for the model we saw in you & Cathe, and at Harvest. Your teaching has never lost its power because it’s the direct Truth from the Word of God. Thank you Greg for being authentic and uncompromised in teaching the Word of Truth. Your lives have been a wonderful illustration & witness for Christ, of 2 people who love God and we are forever thankful.
    B&G from Texas.

  15. Sandy Stoddard says:

    Thank you for your testimony. As you look back on your life you can see God was with you. I came from a alcoholic home where my mother was drunk most of the time and I had to raise myself alone. Fortunetly God was there for me all the time. I grew up not wanting any part of the bar lifestyle and felt there was something better out there to live for. I was alone one night and I became frightened when I heard strange sounds out side the door. I turned all the lights on in the house and I picked up my Bible and a bookmark fell out, it was Isaiah 41:10, “Fear not, for I am with you, be not dismayed, for I am your God. Peace came over me and I knew God was there and watching over me. Thank you for your wonderful ministry, you are a wonderful inspiration to me and to all of us.

    1. Anonymous says:

      Thanks for sharing your beautiful story post thanks for the scripture Isaiah it gave me a big smile please pray for me my name is Henry William Eastman I need surgery and my workmen comp is denied… I’m praying everyday thanks for your prayers and blessing

  16. David says:

    I enjoyed your Bio, and testimony, I so want to get back to where I was in the summer of 98.(When I got saved), I was on fire then and over time, I left God, he didn’t leave me, I have a Jericho that I’m struggling to get past.. I listen to you each morn at work when able, Just want to say thank you, and Please Pray for me…

  17. Nicole Weise says:

    I love your story. I love it because it reminds me of where I came from. I was born into a home where there was alcoholism, a lot of abuse, physical, emotional and sexual. I also grew up in the 1950’s. I went to a church that kept preaching that I had to work hard if I wanted to get into Heaven, but it was never enough. From an early age I just felt that the message was wrong. Finally in 2009 I began reading and studying the Bible and my life started to change. In 2012 my husband of just less than 4 years died, he was not a believer. I was beyond sad and even though I had been in BSF I struggled with being alone. In 2013 I started going to a new church and that summer I was Baptized. I married again June 2016 to a man who puts God first. I just listened to your sermon on Home Sweet Home, twice. My husband loves me because he Loves God. We are certain that the Lord brought us together, we were not to be alone. I am thankful and grateful to God our Father for loving me and for bringing this wonderful man into my life. I pray that I will always submit to my husband with all my love. We read the Bible together, pray together and study and discuss what we have read, those are the best moments of our marriage. I have never been as happy, nor has there ever been as much joy in my heart, as when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. Thank you for your message(s).

    1. Hadassah says:

      Thanks so much for your testimony here, Nicole Weise!

      Please pray that such goodness can find me too? The long years I’ve waited are passing into decades now and becoming a wound in my heart. I don’t want it to be though, and am still in the fight for truth, healing, and trusting Him. The years of suffering here have dragged on alone though and I am weary, looking forward to going Home. I wish to see goodness now though, in the Land of the Living, as He has done for you. But hoping for more in this life seems to cause me more pain.

      May God bless you even more!

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