An update on my world.

An update is in order. 

It has been some time since I last wrote a blog post. The weight of that hangs on me, even now, like a soaking wet blanket. I have my reasons, however. 

1. I was writing a book. 

It seems like everyone is writing a book these days, but I had the blessing and the privilege to finish a manuscript for InterVarsity Press called “Becoming Curious: The Questions of Jesus that Form Us For Life.” 

Right now the hope is for an April 2017 release date, but before that there are the gymnastics of editing and revision yet to come.

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2. I spent some time in Kenya. 

With one of our missions interns, Matt, in tow we flew to Nairobi Kenya and spent 2 1/2 days training pastors and church leaders on the spiritual disciplines. 

The pastors were gracious and beautiful warriors, carrying their people on their shoulders as they sat and prayed together. 

Some talked about not knowing how they and their family were going to eat that week, and then a generous gift came at the last minute and they had food for that day

I was humbled. 
My faith is not that strong. 
Give us today our daily bread. 

Granted it was only 5 days, not long enough for my body and mind flow to be redirected to Kenya time, but it was a gift. Seeing our dear friends from CMF, hearing the testimonies of seven-day fasts, healing prayer, on and on. 

So much grace in such dark times. That is the mode of God.

One last reason. 

3. I had nothing helpful to say. 

My daughter and I drove together and she told me about a story she was writing. A story about, coincidentally, a child in Uganda who sold clay pots. We talked about words and details in stories, and I was compelled to say the following:

“When you write, always be honest. If you don’t believe what you’re writing, don’t write it.”

In this season of darting around, I had nothing helpful to say. My covenant to you, reader, is that I won’t waste your digital eyestrain on something that isn’t coming from the strings and lengths of my own soul. 

I won’t. 
I can’t. 
There’s just too much good to be done to waste time spinning white noise.

So I close. Thanks for your patience. 

I will have more to say as we go.