Hi, I’m Dan. A private thoughtful introvert who wants to open up to the world about these connections that are fireworks in my brain.
For a long while life fit in that container, but then something curious started happening. My programmed voices insisted on reinforcing that box, but life experiences and worldviews began to crack it anyway. Soon all the rebar in my concrete foundation was seemingly jackhammered out one by one: I was deconstructing.
I seem to be entering what Richard Rohr calls the second half of life: “Most people do not see things as they are, rather, they see things as they are.” Whoa. Then why is everyone acting like they have an objectively sure explanation and others are wrong? Where is the mystery, the nuance, the humility in all this certainty? (see Stained Glass)
I’m not searching for something new, but instead hoping to reignite something old (firstly, in myself). Jesus was constantly challenging the religious establishment of the day, smashing containers and urging his beloved creation to open their eyes wider. Telling them that all the rules they fussed over could be summed up in two: love God and love neighbor. How did it all get so complicated? Is it possible to find the joy of faith without becoming the religious establishment?
I’ve memorized so many answers in my life but I’ve begun to feel most comfortable around those who remember the questions.
And I have found restoration in the most surprising of places: Art. Beauty. Music. Learning. And yes, Podcasts : ) . And that makes me want to write back. Thankful for the voices that gave my soul such cool water, I’m reflecting mine back into the world’s pool – ripple or no – because the act of creation itself is healing.
Artists always show something of themselves in their paintings, and this helped clarify why human institutions are so… human. Art history suddenly explained church history, where every movement was a reaction to the previous. Abstract artists ask us to consider if some “un-crossable” lines might serve us better with a little leeway. Human stories packaged as podcasts erase aloneness and spark further conversations.
I could go on… and I am, that’s what this writing adventure is all about. Quick note:
You will hear me talk about the church from time to time. That’s because she raised me, and even when you wrestle with your upbringing, you don’t disown your mother. In some ways it’s family business, but I’m finding everyone has “business” in their family and it helps to know we’re not alone. (See Church Anger)
Oh, and one more thing. When our picture-perfect evangelical daughter went to college and informed the world she is queer, another box was broken, so you’ll hear about some of that here too. Just enough to make traditional readers call up the prayer chain, and the already inclusive say, duh, what took them so long. (see The Haircut)
My end game here is beauty in honesty, creating connectivity as other artistic voices have for me. It’s about stories, so please drop me a line to let me know if this sparks something in you. (weekendswellblog (at) gmail.com).
I’m comfortably married (don’t worry I convinced my bride that was a compliment) and the parent of 3, like totally awesome California teenagers that I avoid bragging about. Writing and painting and music all smooth the hard edges from days of engineering at a local software company. The rest of my life is spent playing, watching, or traveling to soccer games.