Enoch Andrew Mitchell

Welcome to Andy's Home Page. People ask me all the time if I'm a minister...mainly people in my church,University Christian Fellowship. The answer is a resounding and unqualified, "I guess so". Included in my portfolio is the UCF Internship, UCF Short-Term Missions, and lots of other minister stuff I'll get to later. For now, let's hurry up and work our way through this pathetic page. The sooner we get started the sooner it will be over.

Ask me about my moist towelette collection!!

How old are you anyway? Are you some kind of retro throw-back to a time of wide collars, long sideburns, and bad hair days?

While I *was* alive during that forgettable time of disco, drugs, and deep conversations, that was my life before a fateful day when I actually entered into relationship with Jesus Christ. Sound too stupid to be true? Click here to find out how to meet him yourself in 45 seconds. Don't believe me? Click and see.

I think I have a minister at my local church. He looks a lot more official than you though.

It all started with Jesus. He had a band of misfits who walked, ate, slept, and generally bonded with him during his three years with them. What is not as well publicized is that there were other people (male and female) who served as workers in the early church. While I don't refer to myself by fancy titles or anything, my life and work reflect many of the jobs and characteristics of ministers throughout history you've probably never heard of.

So you priest guys can't get married. Right? You must drink a lot.

First of all, I'm a minister, but not a priest. I have a wife named June, a son named Garrett, a daughter named Morgan, and two brain damaged dogs who answer to Jake and Gizmo sometimes. Our happy family lives in an ugly house near Syracuse, New York, USA. If you visit, bring your own food. We live on a tight budget.

Poetry Moment

Who walks without a path? Who loves with impunity? Who gives with out wrath? Who seeks true unity? Life demands so much, yet costs what we protect. Hinder me yet say -- I live beyond regret.

What kind of name is Enoch (e'nock)? Did your parents hate you or just have humiliation through grade school as a goal?

Enoch is actually a great name (what else would I say) with rich meaning, history, and family value. I'm named after my grandfather who resided in the swamps of South Carolina. I go by Andy most of the time anyway.

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Ever heard of the Umin and Thummin? This is nothing like it, but you can check out my lame attempt to help out those who are undecided among us here