seeing past divisions

seeing past divisions

In 2003, my family visited a neighborhood Church of Christ congregation. We had left the denomination in 1997 but went out of respect for relatives in town for the weekend. One of them decided to fill out a visitor card for us—you know, the card that says you want more information and the church should contact you.

“joy for what lies waiting”

“joy for what lies waiting”

When I started blogging in 2006, I was a different man in a different place. I was 42; my oldest was in middle school, my youngest not even in kindergarten; I was about 30 pounds heavier; I was married and virtually incapacitated by panic attacks (these last two are not unrelated). I was teaching growth-track classes at a megachurch and active in their small group ministry. That was Dan version 1.5 or 6.

Now, I’m 51; Zack has started his career (I have an adult child!), Anna is in middle school, and Isaac is in high school; I’m smaller, healthier, grayer; I’m divorced and living an active, happy life (these last two are not unrelated). I’ve gone from evangelical megachurch to church plant, where I led the small group ministry, to the Episcopal Church (confirmed in 2012) and then to the United Methodist Church (more about all that here).

Additionally, I’m living on my own for the first time in my life. This change alone has been exhilarating and more than a little frightening—complete freedom and complete responsibility.

I love it.