Today is my birthday.
I’m starting my blog today.
I’m a writer and a pastor and a husband and a father. I’m ridiculously gifted.
I’m a total trainwreck.
I am the most dysfunctional functional person I know. I don’t think I’m flattering myself.
I’m a missionary. I live in a slum in Nicaragua. There’s a great blog by Jamie, The Very Worst Missionary (http://www.theveryworstmissionary.com/), and I would love to throw down with her to see who is REALLY the worst missionary, but she got to the name first and I don’t begrudge her for it.
I’m happily married for the last 22 years. My wife and I have been together for 27 years now, if I’m counting from when we fell in love at first sight. Ridiculously blessed.
I have this relationship with God in which I am constantly reminded that I am loved and adored beyond reason or explanation. God has given me strange abilities, including that people open up to me. I mean, folks I’ve never met before stop and tell me their life stories in parking lots, or while delivering propane to my house, or when I’m visiting a museum while they are working. I’m also compulsive and addiction-prone, I am perhaps the worst forgiver who has made a commitment to forgiving (not optional, as I read it), and I spend about half my emotional energy dealing with the negative thoughts that invade my head. That Nobel combined Peace-Literature prize I had planned to win hasn’t come my way yet.
I really want to change the world. I want people to know they are loved and forgiven; I want them to have clean drinking water and jobs that will feed their families (50-70% of Nicaraguans are unemployed, depending on whose numbers you believe). I want us to stop contributing to the devastation around us. I want to live consistently. I want to be the grace that I hope to see in the world.
I also want to play ultimate every chance I get, as long as I can, until my body falls to pieces.
Yeah, it’s a ridiculous life. It’s mine. I believe God has grace for the ridiculous.