You know those internet videos of military dads who surprise their families by coming home? A little girl is convinced her dad is on the other side of the world, and it’s still a long, long time before she’ll see him again. In reality, he’s just about to walk in the room.
I think there’s a picture of God in those clips. The story of the Bible is the story of a Father gathering up his kids to bring them home.
And what I love to do is to play my part—however small it might be—in those discoveries, those reunions. I want to provoke and cultivate your curiosity for God.
I’m a trained spiritual director and an ordained United Methodist minister.
I served seven years on the staff of a big church. I know the fun and joy in the relationships and experiences that brings. I know the doubt and the questions and the anxiety and the burnout and the loneliness that it can bring, too.
I’m endlessly fascinated by the stories about Jesus in the Bible, and by the Church, and by culture, and by the habits related to faith, and by the whole “missional” conversation. One reason is that the deeper I get into it (and I’ve been at it a long time), the deeper I find this rabbit hole goes and the more mysterious it all gets.
I’ve spent most of my life in church. There have been amazingly sweet experiences. There have been discouragingly sour ones. A couple were so bad I was ready to chuck the whole thing. It was that bad.
Then a friend introduced me to the contemplative stream of Christianity—things like liturgy, Eucharist, fixed-hour prayer, centering prayer, lectio divina, spiritual direction.
Oh man, this stuff saved my soul.
Well, not in a salvation theology kinda way. But it gave me a whole new vocabulary and imagination for the Christian journey. I found hope, and I found peace where I hadn’t for some time. There are plenty of other pieces to that story, but that’s for another day.
If any of that resonates with you, we should probably talk.
I’m a husband to Jackie, and a dad to Coen (3) and Nora (2).
I once wrote a baseball blog, which brought me to the baseball winter meetings, and I found myself in a hotel lobby standing between Lou Piniella and Peter Gammons.
I am among the small, but proud, cohort of Seattle Mariners fans living in Oklahoma.
I read a lot of books.
I watch a lot of movies and TV. C’mon, tell me a good story.
I was the one dude at the Bon Iver concert not wearing skinny jeans.