The usual accumulations and accretions have gathered around me over the last oh, thirty years or so. Family, including marginally functional offspring; friends (more than my due share); some significant debts, and some rather less significant assets; opinions on topics ranging far and wide; a certain amount of fame and/or notoriety, in an eclectic range of contexts; and a brain stuffed full of bits of information, some of it useful, and more of it interesting.
Within the next few years (2004-2007 or so) I expect my children will become self-sufficient enough to, one by one, find their own space. I'll pay off most of the sharks. Barring any number of disasters, I'll be enjoying (as I am today) remarkable good health. And here I am, with an ambition to immortalize the inside of my skull with the production of words.
Funny, that's the same ambition I had when I was eighteen. Difference is, then the words went on paper, and I was my own sole audience most of the time. Today, the words go into the mysterious ether of cyberspace, and are read by folks I may or may not know.
So let me introduce myself.
By profession, vocation, gifts and social context, I'm a preacher, that is, an interpreter of ancient texts, or more precisely, an interpreter of life itself within the context of a community which respects, among other things, those ancient texts.
So every Sunday I get up in front of between fifty and a hundred people and think out loud. Here in this space, albeit in somewhat different fashion, I expect also to think out loud.
You're welcome to eavesdrop on my thoughts.