Husband. Father. Tech writer. Pun abuser. Preacher. Storyteller. There are a lot of roles I play/have played in my life. Some because I thought that’s who I was supposed to be, some because that’s who I chose to be.
And some my family wishes I would stop being. (But bad jokes are in my blood.)
I decided to take advantage of Chris’s hospitality and step away from my small corner of the blogosphere. I thought this might be a good time to explore why I call myself a writer of hope (what does that mean, anyway?).
I have always loved a good story, but I never appreciated the power they have in our lives. More than entertainment for us, they can transform us.
Nearly a decade ago, I had published a handful of short stories in online magazines and one print anthology. But, it wasn’t until I took a break from writing that I understood why I want to write at all. During that break, I gained a Bachelor’s degree in Biblical Studies and a Master’s in Christian Apologetics. I became a licensed preacher, and I did absolutely nothing with any of it.
None of it was who I am.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a passion for truth and for the person of Jesus, but I wasn’t true to who I believe I was created to be. A writer.
This brings me to where I am today, and to the idea of being a writer of hope.
The world is full of pain and sorrow. For me, I’ve lamented it but did nothing about it. That had to change. I had to change.
And I remembered. Stories. Powerful stories that can entertain and transform. Stories that can look into the darkness of this world, and shine a light. That’s what I hope to write.
I’m glad to meet you. Either for the first time, or the 50th. Join me in shining some hope in this world. We need it.
And a few bad jokes, too.