I have a love affair with words. I seldom write anything this short in length. I’m a songwriter, storyteller, thinker, trapped in a world where songs and stories tend to flee more than they are apprehended.
I have a love affair with the church. I seldom last a few hours without thinking about her, about me, about us. I’m a worship pastor, friend, and co-laborer, trapped in a world where devotion and passion tend to flee more than they are apprehended.
I have a love affair with Amy. I seldom do anything without her blessing, her presence, her goodness in mind. I’m a husband and lover, trapped in a world where leadership, initiation, peace, and beauty tend to flee more than they are apprehended.
I have a love affair with Jesus. I seldom do anything of merit without the nearness of Him. I’m a follower, a doubter, a struggler trapped in a world where affection, truth and mercy tend to flee more than they are apprehended.
Words. Church. Amy. Jesus.
The story of my life.