I suppose I need to explain the “fourfeetsixinches” thing a little bit. It is me in the picture on this page. I am a man of six feet and four inches tall. Yet I have been looking at my world from the vantage point of being four feet six inches since an accident that left me partially paralyzed two and a half decades ago. That change in vantage point had made a significant difference in how life looks to me in a basic physical sense. It has made a much more dramatic difference in how I look at life in so many other ways.
I have a trusted friend. Many call him Weave. He told me I need a blog. And since he’s a senior pastor type, I take him at his word and trust that he has deep insights into the workings of the universe and the Creator behind it all, so I do what he says. Alas, fourfeetsixinches is in the beginning stages.
I believe that God wastes absolutely nothing. People sometimes look at “tragedy” and ask “how can a loving God allow such things to happen?” And I get that. If I’m honest I would have to admit that I’ve wondered the same question, if not out loud, certainly internally. Yet, I don’t spend a lot of time wrestling around with it now. I spend more time seeking out, or trying to be open to this; What is it that You want me to do on this path, traveling in this manner, that can somehow draw others to You, the Lover of my soul?
So as I ramble on about different perspectives that have come to my awareness since the shift from six feet four inches to four feet six inches, it would be a gift to me to have you travel along this road with me, in this manner of travel that I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to over the last twenty five years of my life.
Shall I go on? Let me introduce some of the most important people in my life. These women, my wife Mare and our daughter Maggie. In this photograph we were all under our front entry watching an approaching storm. I love how this pic turned out. Finding shelter together. In each other.
Our son, Jonathan. Sometimes quiet. Sometimes not. A young man who I would say is thinking about something most all of the time, but not all that likely to wear it on his bulging deltoid muscles or the sleeves that cover them.
Sometimes I wonder what these two children will grow into as adults. How the God I love will mould and shape their hearts. Their lives. They, too, are fearfully and wonderfully made. They are rich gifts to me, as is their mother/my wife.