seeing past divisions

seeing past divisions

not us and them, but we

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.