I am a Christian.
Christian is not a title I use with casual indifference as though it’s a box to be checked alongside hair color or political affiliation. More than a family tradition or cultural identity, I am a Christian because the Holy God of heaven has shown me mercy. I am his undeserving miracle. Jesus Christ is my creed, and I have devoted my very existence to honoring and becoming like him.
I believe in God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. Though it may defy human wisdom, these three divine Persons are one.
Jesus was born of a virgin, died to save us from our sin, rose from the dead, now sits at the right hand of God, and will one day return to judge the world. In the meantime, God sovereignly rules, and the Spirit is providentially at work here on earth.
If the finer points of theological distinctions interest you, I invite you to read the 1689 Baptist Confession of Faith. Its language is a bit archaic, but your seventh-grade education qualifies you to understand most of it. I endorse what the Particular Baptists of England were able to articulate so well in that relatively concise document.
I am a pastor.
After ten years of serving in the ministry as a lead pastor, I recently resigned from my former church to help organize the new Joy Christian Church (website coming soon). My co-pastor and I were determined to hit the figurative reset button, starting fresh with an emphasis on maintaining simplicity in our worship and discipleship.
I am a husband.
My wife deserves special mention here. She’s an extraordinary woman whom God has repeatedly used as a means to my sanctification. Year after year, I become a better disciple of Christ because of her.
Briefly stated, she is Proverbs 31:10-31.
I am a writer.
That space in my schedule between Bible study and pastoring is filled with time spent writing. You’ll find me in a quiet place somewhere, probably at my desk or in an Adirondack chair, tapping away on my laptop.
Maybe I’m composing the next great American novel or perhaps a brilliant blog post destined for virality. Or maybe not. It doesn’t matter much because I don’t consider my passion for writing a means to an end. If an author doesn’t enjoy his craft without fame and fortune, it’s not writing that he loves.