When I was 13 I began to feel God working in my heart through a close friendship with a boy who was dying of cancer. By the time David, my best friend, died, I was forever changed… I gave my heart to God that winter. It’s now been 44 years, and while in many ways I still find myself wandering in a wilderness of my own making, I still feel the presence of God in my life, and still feel his call to ministry.

I am the luckiest man in the world. Husband of a wonderful woman, father to four beautiful and godly daughters, grandfather of eight. Participator, by invitation, along with all authentic Christians, in the greatest High Calling that could possibly be imagined. (Philippians 3:14)

Until the realization of that dream, and as part of the character-building struggles that all of our lives are designed around, I make my living on the thin ice of creative endeavor (film, video, design, consulting); but my real life — the inner life — is in the warm embrace of a happy God who loves all people and has been willing to be mostly misunderstood for most of human history.

After reviewing the rampant verbosity of the past years of this blog, my new goals for uh, 2016 … are brevity, gravity, clarity, levity, and depravity — er, uh, the real me! 🙂