Mark attends Fairfield Missionary Church every Sunday morning and Friday evening, though he is probably more inclined to the Assemblies of God, because he spent the first six years of his life there, and his dad (role model #1) grew up in an Assembly. Don't get Mark wrong, however. He believes that denomination is unimportant, Assemblies is just his preference. Mayonnaise, Mark believes that God/Jesus/HolySpirit is the only thing that matters in life (and in death). All the rules and guidelines that Christians are supposed to follow are not there simply to be constrictive rules, but God asks us to do a few things to prove our love for Him. After all, He made us, and He wants some satisfaction in His creation. Our mission on Earth is to let people in on God's Best Kept Secret (His existense and promise). To say it straight, we're here to praise Him and share our belief so that EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT EVER WALKS THE EARTH CAN GO TO HEAVEN!
Mark writes a large portion of the songs Positive performs. Mark, being the best-looking member of the group, is happily married (well, not really married), [doesn't] has 3 kids, and [does] owns 2 siamese cats.
Mark enjoys listening to WORSHIP MUSIC, dcTalk, Five Iron Frenzy, Superchic[k], The Insyderz, FFH, Jenny Owens, Bunch of Believers, and SlamLine.
Mark supports products such as Vans, Converse All-Stars, Yamaha guitars and keyboards, Crate amps, generic clothing, Buicks, Star Wars, Frito-Lay company (especially for their Doritos), Dell computers, Holton trombones, Conn trombones, Guitar Center, Buddy Rodgers Music, Starlight Studios, and most importantly Melody Assistant's MIDI operations.
Mark thanx God, Joe, Phil, Brian, parents, siblings, brothers and sisters in Christ, band teachers, contsruction companies that leave cones lying around, Michigan State University, Indiana University, and especially all the guys in Positive.
Mark DOESN'T thank Satan, cigarette manufactures, beer companies, drug dealers, cheap imitation cereals, rude people, the Notre Dame Fighting Irish (nothing personal, they're just the team I decided to root against), professional athletes who aren't content with their ten-million-dollar allowance, or peanut-butter-and-bread when it sticks to the roof of your mouth.
