In the Beginning

Considering that I counted among my worst third-grade fears the discovery and publishing of my diary, the blog seems an odd decision. And yet strangely liberating, at least for the more public yearnings of my introverted soul. So we'll see. Perhaps the anonymity of cyberspace is comforting for the otherwise all-too-public life of a pastor.

It took about ten tries to find a blog title not already taken. "Mine unbelief" comes from one of my own favorite stories in Mark's gospel: from the lips of a father tortured by his child's illness, crying to Jesus for any help he can offer. "I believe," he cries, "help my unbelief." I wish the Creeds ended with that verse. (I really wanted "Emmaus Road," but someone's got it already. Well done.)

And, despite evidence to the contrary, I'm not a big fan of the King James. Sometimes, though, you just can't beat the poetry of it. Help thou mine unbelief. Just right.