Journeys
Journeys offer no program, no final answers.
Each holds reflections, questions, and practices that have shaped me over time.
Some entries are personal. Some are theological. Some are socioeconomic. Most remain unresolved.
Together, they trace paths I continue to walk.
The paths that have shaped my life — and may steady yours.
To join a journey – click the image or the link below the image.
Becoming whole—attending to what has been wounded in body, mind, and spirit.
Faith formed over time—through trust, doubt, loss, and return.
Where the science of wellbeing meets the ancient vision of shalom. This became more than i’d imagined.
→ Enter the journey of flourishing
Flourishing is not private; it is just, shared, and sustained.
Being formed through relationships—learning to love together
A visual studio
Seeing is how meaning becomes visible.—artwork and imagery shaped by faith and formation.
This is Vanta Black
It was the darkest color invented by humans – 2014
The darkest now is MIT’s Carbon Nanotube Material – 2019
Still finding your footing?
Stroll through the journey images below.
When one calls to you, follow it.
Healing
Healing holds the scars.
My healing journey began when I was a teenager — a deep anxiety that wouldn’t leave, a pain I couldn’t name. Along the way I thought I was smart. I was also abused, angry, hypercompetitive, and prone to leaving a good path.
I didn’t find real help until my late fifties, when I met a man named Mark.
When I lamented about my woes, he asked: “Are you getting help?”
I said, “Well, I was just told to f–k off by my now-former therapist.”
He replied: “That is what I call — NOT Helping.”
This journey goes from there. Finding good help. Beginning, finally, to heal.
Hoping
Hope has the ground.
I grew up without a real faith. We were United Methodists. My mom took us to church when we were young.
I once asked her: “What is your faith?”
She answered: “My faith is very private to me.”
We never talked about it again.
As a young man, a Catholic priest, my academic advisor told me:
“God loves you infinitely and unconditionally.”
I believed him. I became a Christian. For the next ten years, Young Life was my faith family.
Time went on. I turned to evangelical churches for feeding and to serve.
At one, I was outed in front of the congregation for a moral failing. The others grew more confusing — they said
Jesus loves, but not LGBTQ+ people, not women, not really us either. We were depraved, they said. Saved, perhaps. Beloved, not so much.
Then I worked in a Christian school in inner-city Minneapolis. George Floyd was murdered while I was there. The theological diet was relentless Calvinism —
we’re all depraved, God’s in total control, your faith might save you from perdition, and weren’t there a lot of people going to hell?
I broke. I began to deconstruct as fast as I could.
Someone told me seminary might help. It is built on a cruciform theology
— the conviction that God is love, and that love changes everything.
It has helped. And is still helping. More than I could have imagined.
God is love. Of course he loves you — and everything in creation.
I now see how God has rescued me. I’m back home — to the God who loved me infinitely and unconditionally. The one I met at the beginning.who loved me infinitely and unconditionally. The one I met at the beginning.
And now, I know.
Flourishing
Flourishing gives the shape.
It began during a fever-bright season of severe illness — hallucinatory, frightening, clarifying.
Why do we skimp for the least of these?
The question wouldn’t leave. It grew into something larger:
How do humans actually flourish?
And how would we even know?
Seminary pushed it deeper.
Does God want humans to flourish?
Does God tell us how?
The answer, I believe, is:
Yes. And yes.
That conviction became the Shalom Flourishing Framework — a way of measuring how well any human system, community, church, or individual approximates what God actually intends for human life.
Fascinating doesn’t begin to cover it.
Belonging
Belonging invites you to the table.
Who made you who you are?
Not the answer you give at parties. The real one — the people who shaped your fears, your defaults, your capacity to love or to leave.
For me, that question led backward before it led forward. Into my mother’s past. Into what she carried from her upbringing, her heritage, her own unhealed places — and what that meant for me, my siblings, and the people we became.
Belonging isn’t just about who you’re close to now. It’s about understanding the invisible web of people who formed you — family, friends, communities — and what you’re still carrying from each of them.
This journey traces some of those threads. The family history that explains things I never understood. The friendships that changed me. The communities that held me, or didn’t.
It’s an invitation to ask the same question about your own life.
Who made you who you are?
Seeing
Every journey has a visual dimension.
Healing holds the scars.
Hope has the ground.
Flourishing has a shape.
Belonging invites you to the table.
The Rocks of the Day give a voice.
Seeing is how meaning becomes visible. The Seeing Journey gathers images from all of them — a curated visual studio shaped by faith, formation, and the conviction that beauty is a form of knowing. Come and look.
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