Not long ago, I came across a little spiral notebook from middle school where I set out to answer, “What is the meaning of life?” Forty-five years later, I’m not sure I’m any closer to an answer, but I’m still passionate about the question.

In between then and now I went to college and studied business. I got a management trainee job with a big company. Hated it. I went to South Africa for a year to rethink my life. Loved it. Came home and without really knowing why, went to seminary and got a master’s in Divinity.  

Yes, you can get a master’s in divinity!  Turns out it doesn’t make you any more divine, though. It does qualify you to be a pastor, and that’s what I did (reluctantly at first) for about twenty years at a big, busy, amazing Presbyterian church in Denver. It was a great place for my wife (who married me on condition that I would not become a pastor, but that’s another story) and me to raise our two kids.  And it stretched me in ways I never expected.

Then in May of 2024, I decided to hang up my robe and try some new things, which has turned into all of this.  Basically, I now help people live more attuned to, and trusting of, that great Mystery that’s all around us. It’s not the same as knowing the meaning of life. I actually think it’s better.