Over the last few years, every ounce of creative writing energy I’ve had has gone into sermon prep, church communications and papers for my doctorate of ministry.
I’ve always admired people who are able to juggle multiple roles in life while churning out eloquent post after eloquent post on their personal blogs. Between pastoring and studying, and…oh yeah, being a dad and a husband…I’ve had it stuck in my head that I just didn’t have the time for writing for the sake of writing.
And yet, here I am…writing again.
An elder at my church asked if I’d consider writing devotionals while people are mostly confined to their homes during the COVID-19 crisis (thanks for the nudge, Aubrey!). I had already thought about returning to this space for awhile — to reflect on being a dad and a pastor…to talk about the space where theology and culture collide with parenting and pastoring. So…for the foreseeable future, that’s what I’m going to do…write.
These posts will be part devotional, part cultural commentary, and part personal journal. They won’t always be polished or include complete thoughts…but writing has always always helped me to process, find perspective, and have hope. And right now, we all need a bit more hope.