It’s time for a little update, not much, but I am no longer new to blogging. I have been at it a few years. Not that I have gained any particular stature. I simply can’t claim to be new at it. I still write as part of my profession, but blogging is more interesting. Blogging is my way of sharpening ideas and fleshing them out. I know I don’t always “get it right”, but it’s the journey that counts.
I have been on a journey for truth since I emerged from the haze and confusion of adolescence, much of it self-induced. Stepping out of that myopic existence I began to get an inkling that a world of truth lay in front of me to encounter, and so I set off. I didn’t realize, then, how much faith is required to seek truth.
I am fascinated with the intersection of science and faith. I have never believed, even before I was a “believer”, that science could build a ladder to God. God, if He exists, must exist beyond our ken. How could we know Him unless He made Himself known?
I encountered the living Christ in college after some time looking for truth in myself, philosophy and in world religions. I really didn’t expect to find what I was looking for so close to my roots. By “roots” I simply mean “Christianity”. I figured I needed to look in more exotic places.
I was raised Catholic, but Catholicism was just part of who my family was, like being French and German. It was just what we did as a family, part of our culture, an obligatory ritual of life that held very little meaning for me. My parents were devout, involved in the church and faithful to attend mass on Sunday. They still are as of this writing.
I learned much from the example my parents set, but something was missing in the Catholic church.
My encounter with God was not just an event. I didn’t get knocked off any horses. God met me on the journey. He saw me coming a long way off. Looking back, I saw the signposts leading the way, but it was far from evident to me as I trudged forward.
I have also wandered far off the path at times. For a long time, I left the journey of faith for the pursuit of wealth (at least “enough” to be comfortable) and comfort. I have found that wealth and comfort are obstacles to what I have been looking for all along.
As with U2, I still haven’t found what I am looking for, but I know that I am back on the right path. I also know that I won’t find it, ultimately, until the journey through this life ends.
Some of what I write is an homage to those signposts I see when I look back. Themes emerge over the years, and they continue to form, evolve and blossom. My writing is also reflective of the daily and ongoing journey.
I won’t be shy about that faith that has come to define me, but I may not always sound (or read) like a doctrinal expositor. I am no theologian. I won’t be afraid to venture to edges of doctrinal orthodoxy, as if God could be boxed into our finite limitations, but I will not let go of the anchor or wander off the foundation, which is Christ, and Him crucified.
I am confident that truth is truth, and truth by definition is exclusive. I don’t claim to have a monopoly on it, but I won’t be apologetic, though I often don an apologist’s hat, exploring the edges between belief and unbelief. I want to be pliable, sensitive to the Spirit, who is life, and in harmony with Truth, wherever it may be found.
I hope that you will feel comfortable jumping in and adding your own comments. I am not looking for debate here, but for fellow journeyers. That doesn’t mean we have to agree. We may be heading in the same direction or in different directions, but we are all fellow journeyers in this life as we know it.