Ken Mulholland: A Heart for the Utah ChurchKen Mulholland came to Utah for the first time in 1976 during his seminary days, but God had to drag him there. Although he was fascinated by cults and interested in studying them as a hobby, he certainly did not want to go live among their followers. So, when his summer seminary job with Christian Ministry in the National Parks actually placed him in a Utah park, his feet grew extremely cold. "I'd never been any farther west than Texas," remembers Ken. "The closer I came to Utah, the more depressed I became. When I arrived in the state, I was really downcast. But after a few weeks, I found Mormons weren't the monsters I thought them to be. By the end of the summer, I was convinced that Utah was one of the greatest mission fields of North America." He still is convinced. And for the last twelve years, the thirty-seven-year-old Mississippi native has made it his personal business to strengthen the church in Utah. Ken's ministry and witness is so powerful, perhaps, because he has had to work through a lot of confusion and misunderstanding in his own faith. Although brought up in a Christian home, his early years were unstable. He joined the church when he was about twelve -- so that he could vote on the deacons. "I thought it was neat that a little kid could cancel out the vote of an adult," Ken remembers ruefully. In high school he was a member of the debate club, a quasi-fraternity of guys who walked on the wild side. While Ken worked hard on debate and enjoyed the intellectual challenges, he also enjoyed the social life of the group, which included a lot of drinking. In 1970, he entered the University of Mississippi for three reasons: "I didn't want to work, I wanted to be in a fraternity, and I wanted to go to football games." "It was in my first year of college that I became aware of the meaningless of my life," says Ken. "I had absolutely no direction. My girlfriend's mother was a Christian, and she challenged me on some of the blasphemous things I said around her. So, I decided to read the New Testament; then I could say with integrity that I did not believe it. I hated the gospel and loathed Christians; I thought they were hypocritical." However, while reading the gospels, Ken was arrested by the person of Jesus. "I had always thought of Jesus as a milquetoast," says Ken. "Yet, I was floored by His authority in the Bible. I began to be intrigued by Him, but He also frightened me." And so began Ken's search for the meaning of faith. He attended many churches, but instead of finding someone to explain to him what it meant to have faith, he heard only platitudes. Finally, he confessed Christ after a campus evangelistic meeting. "I was very depressed when I went into the meeting because I did not know whether I was a Christian or not," Ken recalls. "I was very depressed after I left because then I knew I was a Christian and that my lifestyle was going to have to be different. The changes came, but not overnight." Overall, for the next three years, his Christian walk was unstable, mainly due to his inability to fellowship with other believers and grow in faith. This isolation made it impossible for him to work out his beliefs; consequently, he skated dangerously close to some cults. His dislike for Christians caused him to shun any organized church or para-church activities. An Intervarsity campus worker tried to involve him, but Ken would have nothing to do with him. Ironically, Ken worked with Intervarsity for five years after seminary! Even though he was not spending time with other Christians, he read his Bible diligently. But then he would indulge in a wild streak and be guilt-ridden for days. "I was zealous, though unbalanced," says Ken. "Once I gathered together a group of about sixty guys in the fraternity house for a Bible study and managed to kill it off in three weeks because of my zany beliefs." After college, Ken felt God calling him to seminary, but he didn't know where to go. Several people suggested RTS, but in his rebellious state, Ken would not listen. Besides, he didn't know anything about theology. Yet, after seeing an ad for summer Greek at RTS, he decided to try it, even though he had flunked Spanish in high school. "I figured I would go for the summer," says Ken, "and if this were the Lord's will, He would open the door for me to stay. If not, then I had not lost much time." At RTS God used professors and friends to set Ken's life solidly on course for Him. Surrounded by friends who lovingly discipled him, for the first time in his Christian life Ken became a stable believer. Spiritually and intellectually, he grew rapidly. After graduation, Ken felt God's call to campus ministry and joined the staff of Intervarsity. By this time he had developed a real desire to influence the state of Utah for the gospel. He reasoned he could do this most effectively by training college leaders who would go back to their towns and be stalwarts for the gospel. But it did not work out that way. "I was given two campuses, Utah State in Logan and Idaho State in Pocatello, Idaho, neither of which had an active group," remembers Ken. "Only two other Intervarsity staffers worked in Utah. In essence, I was supposed to start something I had never seen. Yet, when I left five years later, there were some solid groups from which students had scattered in ministry all over the world." "While I was glad they entered missions, I was distressed. Everyone I had trained was leaving Utah! That's when I knew we had to form a school for indigenous laypeople in Utah." And now, with courage and vision, he has spearheaded the movement to bring vibrant Christianity to Utah. All of us should be praying that this unique venture might have God's greatest blessing. |