In 2004 my greatest fear became a reality when my father died.  It was at that precise moment that all settled happiness and security disappeared from my life.  From that point on I’ve been searching: Searching to find meaning. Searching to find joy. Searching to find truth.

Naturally, my quest began with the belief system of my youth – Christianity. The same one that seemed so culturally out of touch, so strange, and so religious.  The one with so many hypocrites and cheesy church folk.  The one that I had lukewarmly believed in.  The one I had so irregularly followed.

I’ve come to find that the Americanized Christianity of my youth is not the Christianity of its founder.  I’ve discovered its beauty, its truth, its reasoning, and its relevance (historically, culturally, and personally).  I’ve learned that so much of what I thought I knew about it . . . I really didn’t.

I believe that we are all searching.  Searching for the deepest desires of our hearts. Searching for a desire that has never actually appeared to us in our human experience.  A desire that only hints at us.  My hope is that you will take some of your search with me.

A searching soul.

Thanks for reading.

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