notes on the haphazard working-out of a faithful life
So last night I was working on a post and I opened it simply: I can't do this anymore.
Then a phone call came, followed by an Internet chat, the series finale of American Horror Story ... life happened.
And I forgot I had still scheduled that post.
So it went up.
It went up and all it said was: I can't do this anymore.
... So about that.
I'm so sorry. (I'm fine. Totally fine.)
I hope we can laugh about this.
Preston is a twenty-something once-upon-a-time conservative Southern Baptist from Texas who learned to read saints, cross himself, and move across the world to China, England, and Scotland. Since, he's been theologically conservative, oft politically liberal, but radically pro-life, a believer in sacraments and sacramentality, a sort-of Christian feminist, an idealist pacifist who also understands the need for civil defense ... and a handful of everything else in-between. He thinks of himself now as a haphazard and patchwork Bapto-Anglican, though he is becoming confirmed in the Anglican tradition. This blog is his repository of working this whole faith thing out day by day, bird by bird. His first book, Tables in the Wilderness, a memoir of God found, lost, and found again, is due out autumn 2014 with Zondervan.
