A few months ago, I got the best introduction I think I’ve ever gotten. A dear friend of mine said to his buddy, “This is Dan. He wears a sick pair of boots, and he loves the Lord.” The latter is something I hope I radiate on a daily basis, though, in all honesty, I know I come up short all too often.
A life of love and service to the Lord wasn’t always something I was striving for, however. I grew up in an environment where it was never really suggested to me that I could have a personal relationship with God. I kind of thought life was just about being a “good enough” person or not screwing up too badly. After that, at the end of my life, I figured God would take care of all the rest. The God of my understanding certainly wasn’t an immanent one. He created us. He overlooked our iniquity. But He really didn’t interact with us on a day-to-day basis. He was removed from His Creation.
This understanding, however, was radically shaken at the age of seventeen when I met Love for the first time. Since then, my life hasn’t been the same, and every day my soul cries out more and more for my God and my King. That experience changed me, and though I’ve wrestled with doubts along the way, the yearning inside me continues to point to a greater reality.
I’m not there yet. There’s so much I still don’t understand and perhaps never will understand, but still I believe. I pray that this blog would be received in the heart with which it was intended. Namely, as I continue to step out in faith, I do so in all humility, recognizing my own humanity and the limitations that come to one man seeking to understand something as incomprehensible as our shared existence. Through this blog, I simply seek to share my own personal musings—the upsurges of my heart—as well as a glimmer of hope, love and peace with a weary world and broken humanity.
I believe this world would be a much better place if we all loved God and people a little bit more, and this is what I’m striving after, day in and day out. I also happen to love boots, beards and Catholicism. If that sounds like something that appeals to you, buckle up and hold on tight. I’m just a restless pilgrim, inviting you to join me on this journey back home.