It is my great pleasure to introduce to you the first volunteer in our Leader Spotlight; at the age of 19, Scott Culala has graciously volunteered his time and talent to work in the sound booth during our Middle School and High School Worship Services on Sundays.
How did you get involved?
"Logan Lindahl introduced me to Indian Creek Community Church a couple years ago and last summer he asked me to work sound for worship. I love working sound because when you’re worshiping it’s another great way to connect to our higher power. I don’t know about you... but from that first strum of the guitar it is like all of heavens sound is channeled into the music.”
Tell us about your most rewarding moments working in the sound booth?
“The most rewarding moments of being behind the sound booth is seeing the Lord move throughout the room and touch people. It is a beautiful event and I love it.”
You have two hours of free time with no obligations. How do you spend it?
When I have two hours of free time, I like to dedicate my time to the Lord; be it writing music, listening to Him, or praying, it’s amazing what He can do with so little time.”
Tell us about your faith-journey story…
“Growing up I had anything but an easy, fun-loving life at home and I hid it well. When I was 6 years old my father told me “Men don’t cry unless you’re broke, bleeding or about to die,” and that stuck with me my whole life. When I was 8 years old I was playing in Logan’s back yard with him and the neighbors. Next thing you know we hear a fire truck pull into the neighborhood. Just like any young boys we all were like “Cool! Let’s go check it out!” Well, it was in my driveway. I ran inside and my brother was coming down the stairs in tears. I walked to the top of the stars and heard my father moaning and groaning saying “don’t flip me on my side.” He had had a vessel burst in his brain, so I ran into his room and he stopped crying and looked me in the eyes..
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Next thing you know I am out by the fire truck not wanting it to leave because my dad is not okay. My neighbor’s Mom walks over and tells me to go play. That was the start to a very robot-like me. The only emotion I ever showed after that was happy, angry or relaxed.
Well, once my father got out of the hospital and had fully healed he returned back to his good old self. He was amazing to the girls but not nice in the least to us guys that were his kids. He never said he was proud of me and yelled at me at least once a day.
When I was in Junior High I started smoking weed and drinking alcohol. I would have never thought I would get as bad as I did. When I was in High School it got worse. I started dealing and doing other drugs, drinking more and wouldn’t be able to function without smoking weed.
Two summers ago when I was turning 17 my dad started to get really sick. He started to rapidly lose weight, got put on a feeding tube, dialysis and he would cry randomly through out the day without even knowing. To see such a tough man turn to that killed me.
When he passed away that winter between Christmas and New Years, I lost it. I felt like he left without settling with me, or even saying he was proud. So, I started going even farther down the wrong path. It wasn’t until August of 2009 that I decided to stop all that. I told my mom everything I have ever done so I would not have it haunting me.
About a month or two into being clean, when my spirituality was so fresh and filling up, I was praying that I could talk to my father one last time -- just so I could settle things with him. My resentment for him was like a bomb waiting to explode, except the bomb was getting bigger every day that I held it in.
So one day when I was awake, and all of a sudden I passed right out. Next thing you know I am looking at my father and this purple-see-through Great Pyrenees standing next to him. It seemed like I was awake at my mom’s house sitting in the same living room my dad and I used to talk in. That Great Pyrenees was the same one my dad told me he saw when he first passed away when I was 8 years old. My dad and I talked for what seemed like an hour. When we were done, I asked him why he treated me like he did. He apologized and said he was wrong for the way he had treated me, but he wanted me to know I was strong, able to take care of myself and accept myself before he said he was proud of me.
That was the day that the true side of me returned and the spirit washed through me. I couldn’t help but cry.

The Lord works in my life every single second of the day telling me what His plans are for me or what comes next for me to do or say. Whether it be a picture, music, a movie, or just someone’s smile He will portray a message to me. My life message that He wants to do is to open up an outpatient facility to helps drug addicts and alcoholics. I want to help people who are stuck in the dark and need a way into the light. I will throw them a rope or my hand and say, “If you need me, I will be here to help you along your path.” I love the Lord so much because of what He has done through other peoples’ life and mine. I lost everything, and I mean everything -- my family, money, friends and a life. The Lord gave me them back.
Love the little things in life. Observe and take in. Do not judge, for everyone -- I mean everyone -- in this world is His creation and He made us the way He wanted us to be. So everyone is perfect. Acceptance is what I live by. For I accept the good and most of all, the bad in life for there is a bit of light in even the darkest of spaces."
Love,
Scott Culala
“The Lord is my guide, and I am his knight, for I am here to help our KING.”