This was originally posted in another blog I was experimenting with earlier this year. I wanted to share it here, too.
I took this pic while on a hike up Sugarloaf last spring (2015). I had our youngest on my back, and the older two kept running ahead. After about the 15th time I yelled “slow down!” I realized the ludicrity of it.
“Change of itself just happens; but spiritual transformation must become an actual process of letting go, living in the confusing dark space for a while, and allowing yourself to be spit up on a new and unexpected shore.”
I didn’t want everything to unravel. My journey in faith up until last year had been an exciting path of successive revelations, each building on the last, and all within the broad tent of American evangelicalism. Yeah, things changed, but it was more like just rearranging furniture. My influences shifted around: John Piper, John Eldridge, Rob Bell (pre-shitstorm), and then later Mike Bickle, Bill Johnson, Kris Vallaton, etc., but they all stayed pretty much within the orthodoxy of the evangelical.