about this blog
This blog is about a life-long search for identity: my own and God’s.
This blog is about losing assumptions (un-assuming), learning to think, learning to trust, and facing fears.
My journey began when I discovered a missing picture of my dad and me (I was maybe six-years-old) and came to a dramatic eureka* point some five years ago, 2008, a span of 54 years or thereabouts. I have used some “time-fudging” words because the precise points of departure and arrival are not the important thing, rather what is important is the people, the input, the experiences, and the discoveries along the way.
Those discoveries have often lead to shifts in the direction that the journey has followed. Hence, I think of it as a zigzag journey.
The fact that it took so long to find what I was looking for is not to be pitied. I certainly have some regrets. Often, I think I would change everything, but actually, I would change nothing. Our lives are like the back side of a tapestry. The back side is all very jumbled and confusing, with strings hanging everywhere. Occasionally, we get to catch a glimpse of the front side, the design, the pattern, and the result.
Some speak of an “unseen hand” that is purposefully weaving the tapestry into a beautiful picture. From my perspective, it generally looks a mess. I have been a Christian for over 40 years. Many of those years have been spent in seemingly fruitless endeavors, trying to make sense of life, trying to prove myself to myself (and everyone else).
I began my Christian life thinking that I had faith in God so I could go to heaven. One of the first Bible verses I learned says that “God works all things together for good.” That verse has been quoted often by well-intentioned Christians trying to give comfort to a person going through tragedy—kind of like a doctor saying, “Take this verse three times a day with faith and get plenty of rest,”—to provide some assurance that everything will turn out okay, the way we want it to.
I think one of my sons was more realistic when he said, “Life sucks and then you die.” One of the things I have learned is not that God makes it all wonderful so that I can feel good, rather that he never will leave me alone on the journey—even when I think he has, which was often on my particular journey. God is the perfect father. Our earthly fathers (and mothers) have all let us down, they have all pulled away at some point. That was my eureka, that is what I want to communicate in this blog.
I do have some other areas of interest that I will bring in, perhaps on a separate page, subjects such as education and thinking, brain development, reading and writing, teaching and learning and disabilities (particularly autism), language and communication, manhood, marriage and family, human trafficking, veterans, American history and the meaning and idea of America, history (general) and historical investigation, truth, values, and postmodernism.
*eureka is Greek, meaning: “I found it!”