I’ve read (and written) a lot of bio pages over the years, some so cheesy they ought to be served on a cracker with prominent warnings for the lactose intolerant. Most bios are actually marketing pieces designed to convince the reader that the subject is a superhero in street clothes and you need whatever it is they are selling.
This will be a very different sort of biographical sketch. I have nothing to sell, nothing to gain by embellishing the truth, and every reason to be transparent and honest about who I am. The freedom that accompanies honesty and real transparency produces a sense of peace and empowerment that I never want to be without.
There are many things this page won’t tell you, like education and professional credentials, work experience, or what I do for fun. Not that these aren’t valuable talking points in the right time and place, but they’re all What words. This page isn’t about What I am, it’s about Who I am.
I am a Jesus Follower.
First and foremost, I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I am a Christian, an incredibly imperfect individual for whom Jesus died and rose again to set free. He filled me with his Holy Spirit to empower me to live for him and accomplish my part in the complex puzzle of his work in this world. My deepest spiritual passions surround grace, healing of broken hearts, and fostering unity between the many diverse factions who carry the banner of Christianity.
I am a Husband and Father.
I live with the love of my life and wife of 30 years, Sharon. We share a house with two cats who graciously allow us to live there as long as we pay the bills and obediently serve them on demand. Our adult daughter Sara lives a few miles from us and is a frequent visitor, particularly in the summer (she’s a teacher). One thing you can count on in our home is laughter in copious quantities. Laughter is good medicine—good for the body and good for the soul.
I am a Creative Person
As a child, I could spend an entire summer day without touching a single toy, sitting under the big maple tree in our front yard, watching the clouds dance around in the perfect blue sky. I made up stories about the clouds, where they came from and where they were going. My creative tendencies caused many an under-the-breath curse word from most of my school teachers, but that’s a story of its own for another time. As an adult, I’ve come to understand that God put that creative spark in me while I was still in my mother’s womb, and that it’s important for me to be involved in creative activities whenever possible, for the sake of my own mental health if nothing else. And I still love cloud-watching.
I am a Writer.
I never yearned to be a writer. I wasn’t much of a reader, let alone a writer. Yet, through an interesting chain of events, God made me a writer. The story is too long for this page—I’ll post it soon.
I’m often been asked why I write. My answer is simple yet profound. I write because I have to write. I’ve gone through seasons of discouragement when I tried to stop. Even if I didn’t capture the words, I still wrote them—in my mind, where they begged to be released. If I fail to do so, I become miserable and dark clouds of depression try to swallow my soul. God planted this writer thing in me, and once He switched it on there’s no backtracking. Not that I’m complaining. God just happened to fire up a gift in me that I love exercising.
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