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Kinds of People

December 1, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

In my line of work, I get the beautifully sacred opportunity to walk with many different people, in a vast sea of situations and experiences. At the same time, it is my favorite, and the worst, part of being human. I find myself wanting to help, giving time, energy, giving so much of myself to something in which I ultimately have zero control.

I have this theory, on how each of us approaches our own development/growth. (You should know, I love discussions like this: There are 2 kinds of people in the world, Beatles people and Stones people. Which one are you and why, what does that mean? Of course, it’s limited and overly simplistic, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t truth in it. So, as I go into this particular theory of mine, understand that this isn’t scientific in any way, unless you’d call the way I interpret my experience scientific…which, I suppose, you might. Who knows? Another thing: I believe growth is the natural inclination of everything, and anything that goes against this is uncomfortable because it’s fundamentally opposed to our creation.) Anyway, there are 4 kinds of people.

First, there are those who want to be coached. They like suggestion and direction. They want you to show them how to field a ground ball or hold a football. You can ask them to read a book or write in a journal or take 300 swings at a batting cage, and they will! This is the smallest group, of the first 3, by the way. They want to find a coach, and they are imminently teachable.

The second group is the largest, by a wide margin. These sojourners want to find the answer themselves. It is our business to create a safe space for them to ask and answer. They can brainstorm, try, rage, doubt, risk, be as wildly out there as they can, and they are able to wander. If you give them direction, maybe they will, but probably they won’t. They want to field a ground ball themselves. What they want is a padded room and the occasional guided question to explore themselves, to find themselves. They are motivated and will examine themselves, you are just there to allow their journey.

Next are those who DO NOT WANT TO GROW. I am here and here is where I’ll stay. If you give direction, like “read chapter 1 and we’ll talk about it,” they aren’t reading chapter 1. Let’s go field some ground balls… Nope. They say “I don’t know,” to nearly everything about themselves or their actions, and it’s true. They don’t, because it’s just too demanding to think about it. This often looks like regression, but it might only appear that way, because the world is moving forward, and THEY ARE NOT. Sometimes, they are aggressive in their complacency. Other times, they don’t care enough for aggression.

I said the 1st group was the smallest, and that’s mostly true. The fourth group is smaller, but since they’re monsters, they don’t count. Thankfully, there aren’t many of them. These people don’t want to grow, and they don’t want you to grow, either. They will sabotage and lie, anything they have to do to mislead you. This group exists in everything. They are dangerous and should be avoided until they are no longer so nasty and bent on everyone’s ruin.

Maybe there aren’t 4 kinds of people. Instead, there’s probably just one, and we move from group to group, depending on the circumstance and season. (Except the last, hopefully.) Sometimes, we’ll want a coach. Others, a space. And yet other times, we just want life and any sort of invitation or responsibility to LEAVE US ALONE. The only reason my silly theory is important is to know how to love each other on our separate paths, and contribute to each other’s discovery process without driving ourselves mad with frustration in the process.

Yes, this is just me writing. It feels different from the usual format these posts take, but it’s helpful to “talk through things out loud” to organize these thoughts, and figure out if they are really what you think and/or believe. This is my “safe space” to run.

Incidentally, as you can easily guess, I am a Beatles man, and it’s not close. I’m willing to listen to those who say The Rolling Stones aren’t ridiculously, hilariously overrated, but they’re wrong.

Do I?

November 12, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

This is a post I wrote for my other website (bridgefaithcommunity.com). It’s a specifically, explicitly spiritual blog – very little full posts on Morrissey or the MCU. I am sharing it here, exactly as it appears there, because both sites have different circles of readers, and I want to share it with you, too. I am on a path, and I am grateful for this path. Maybe you’ll understand and like it. Here you go:

I behaved abysmally this morning. Now, what exactly happened isn’t important, but that it happened is. Poor behavior mostly all comes from the same place, and I am no different. I read a book that suggested that those times when we get ourselves into trouble stem from a clever acronym of emotional states: Hungry, Angry, Lonely, And T (I don’t remember what the T stands for…Tired!! That’s it!). HALT: Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired. I am currently a combination of all of those, and the book used its clever acronym to ask us to halt, instead of making a mess. I did not halt; I made a mess.

[I hesitate to write this post, because it’s very possible to read these posts and miss the meaning. I am not fishing for encouragement, do not need cheering up. This is different from reading a post written by someone you don’t know personally. You are beautiful, you deeply care for me, and may feel concern. I am ok. I would reach out, if that were not the case. This is not simply an overshare, I do have a specific reason for writing, and oversharing just provides the context;) You’ll see why I am ok, at the very end. Now.]

I do not behave abysmally very often, anymore. Honestly, this morning was wildly out of character, surprising me and the other involved parties. It is not a lifestyle, I didn’t recognize myself at all. It was an embarrassing momentary catastrophe, and will have virtually no long-them effects (except in my own head & heart).

That’s not an excuse – I have no excuses, and don’t need any. But it is important, because how we respond to ourselves and our actions depends on if it is a sin, or a lifestyle of sin. Did we fall in a hole, or are we choosing to jump in that hole and live there? I fell. Now what?

Sometimes, we encounter mirrors that contain an important question about our beliefs and values. We say we believe these things, do we really? Do I?

If you were to relay the same story to me, if our roles were completely reversed, I would tell you how loved you are. I would not judge, I would acknowledge the punishment you had already inflicted on yourself, recognize your contrite repentance, immediately forgive, and encourage you to give you a break and move forward. I would do all of these things, because I whole-heartedly believe Romans 8, that there’s no condemnation in Christ Jesus, that God takes our sins as far as the east is from the west, and remembers them no more. I think He accepts our repentance with joy, seeing growth and a heart that wants to beat for Him (even if it sometimes can’t help to beat for itself, with disastrous consequences.) And I think He asks us to love each other in the same way. I would recognize the roots (the HALT situation) and try to address those, together.

I believe those same truths apply to me, too. That is my theology. And when I come upon this mirror of conviction that asks if my theology is my application, is my practice, I wonder what my answer is. Do I? And do I so much that I would continue to work to undo an entire lifetime whipping myself with my self-loathing. When faced with cracks in my character, can I have grace for me, too? Are they actually cracks, at all? Can I move forward as a new creation, forgiven from my human fragility, and made holy, in Him?

The mess I made took about 5 minutes, beginning to end, but it only took 3 seconds to be sorry about it. Right at the start. The rest of the 5 minutes was an apology and explanation, an attempt to halt, call timeout and come back in to shore, back home.

The lie says that the mess is me, and the rest of my whole life is the illusion, a construct that was bound to fall at some point, that I could only fake for so long, and the real me would eventually emerge. The truth is that these holes we all fall in, from time to time, do not change our identity. I am not perfect, I was never supposed to be. I am a work in progress, He is transforming me every moment, every day.

It’s sometime an attack to our ego to admit that we are still becoming, that we have not arrived, that we don’t have it all perfectly together. But, attack or not, it’s true. So now what? What do we do?

I knew what I would do, and as I ran to Him by opening my Bible, I read a short line on Hezekiah in the book of Isaiah. A foreign power threatened him and his people, and he was afraid. (That was the lie he heard, all lies aren’t the same for each of us, not even the same for ourselves, at different times.) He freaked out, and immediately ran into the Temple in prayer. Me, too. I freaked out, and ran right into His arms, hoping He’d be merciful and tell me the Truth, about this, about me, and in that, most importantly, about Himself. I found just what Hezekiah did, that He is very willing to do that, over and over again.

I guess I’m not supposed to tell you any of this, I’m supposed to carefully cultivate a bulletproof image. Of course, I don’t struggle, don’t fall in any holes, am never hungry, angry, lonely, or tired. But what I could never get through my thick head is that, if I pretend to actually be that ridiculously dishonest image, I am saying it’s just you. I would be building false walls and blasphemous hierarchies.

We are all on this journey, to Him, WITH Him. Of course, we’re at different places. Someone is always further along. We’re just walking each other home. And I think we all have these holes, questions, and mirrors. It’s what we do when we face them that matters, that shows where our faith is, and if what we say is really what we believe. Probably, living a life of faith is just a series of steps closer to answering that question with a “yes.”

Culture War

October 20, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

I am a man who was raised on pop culture.

I use the term “pop culture” often, but I don’t know why I add that first qualifying word. Why isn’t it just culture? And why does adding pop, or popular, immediately feel reductive? In a world such as ours, where every single aspect of our lives is touched/manipulated by the breakneck speed of advancing social technology, is there really any separation?

Whatever. I guess maybe I don’t actually know what we’re talking about when we refer to culture. Here are 2 definitions. 1. the customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements of a particular nation, people, or other social group. And 2. a set of meanings, behavioral norms, and values used by members of a particular society, as they construct their unique view of the world.”

When I started this post, I planned to talk about Chuck Klosterman. But now I’m wondering how we construct our “unique view of the world.” Of course, we all have lenses through which we see everything around us. How we think, believe, act, take in and interpret information, and what we do with that information are all included, but are these parts of us so integral to our identity a conscious decision? I guess what I’m asking is are we intentionally constructing this “unique view of the world,” or passively, mindlessly accepting what may be the most important thing about us??

Why do you do what you do? Why do you believe what you believe? Do you ever think about the social institutions and/or achievements that define us and our time? There is a real danger, as history gets faster and faster, eras become compressed – what took decades now happen in months – that the dog we were comfortably walking is now dragging us along as we struggle to hold on and try to stay alive.

Where are we?

In the Talking Heads song, “Once in A Lifetime,” David Byrne sings (talks), “ And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack. And you may find yourself in another part of the world. And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”

How did I get here?

I have always hated Talking Heads, and I think this song is mostly dumb (maybe I just think it’s dumb because I have no idea what he’s talking about) and unlistenable (I think Talking Heads songs are unlistenable because they are), but it’s interesting, in this context. How often have I “found myself” somewhere, with someone, and the only thing I can ask is, “How did I get here?”

The next verse begins, “And you may ask yourself…” And I guess I think that’s the answer. My sons are 18 and 20 and making decisions independent of the Angel and I. Now, of course, this is terrifying, but it’s also the design. These 2 young men need to discover who they are, and that process only happens through a messy differentiation. I don’t want them to live like me. I want them to live like them. I don’t want them to love Jesus like I do, I want them to love Him like they do.

And I think I was joking earlier when I said it was terrifying. I mean, yes, this breaking away to identify themselves includes so many, um, questionable twists and turns, decisions I might not have made and certainly would have advised them against. And that is not easy or smooth, but terrifying? No. What is terrifying is if they wake up some morning and find themselves as these new people and have no idea where they are or how they got there. If they trade my “unique view of the world” for someone else’s, if they just simply adopt another’s perspective without the wrestling that comes with individual formation and growth.

That doesn’t just go for them, it goes for me, too. What do I think, and why? Hm, this wasn’t at all the water I meant to splash around in, on this Monday afternoon. I probably should have just stuck with a nice long post about how awesome Chuck Klosterman is.

The Tension of Real Life

October 13, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

There is such an interesting space between reputation or past behavior and the hope that today is not yesterday. I don’t ever believe in the despair of “well, that’s just how he is,” or ”that’s how I am,” or “what I always do” or, “what can I do, that’s just the way it is.” What about attacking that mindset with an indignant, “it doesn’t have to be, anymore?”

The past is our primary excuse for throwing our hands up in hopeless surrender. If I, he, she, it has been one way, then it only goes to figure that it will always be that way. Right? No. If I have never done the dishes, I can do the dishes today. If I have never gone to the gym, I can start anytime. If we don’t hold hands, I can take your hand in mine this very moment. Maybe I am a person who works a job I hate because, well, just because – why am I that person? And why can’t I change everything about that sentence? Maybe I’m not actually that person. Maybe I don’t have to work that job. Or maybe I don’t have to hate it. Maybe the present & future allows far more agency than we acknowledge.

The resurrection of Jesus Christ transformed every rule we thought was forged in stone, redefined what was possible (in that if death was no longer sure, then everything was now on the table). Our marriage doesn’t have to stay dead, our career doesn’t have to be miserable and soul-crushing, our perspective doesn’t have to be so cynical. Not for one more day. Why not?

And if that’s true, then why would we choose to lock ourselves and others up inside of the boxes we’ve constructed, throwing away the key? We have to be the sorts of people who allow for the possibility of transformation, who hold on to the hope that resurrection & redemption could be true in our own lives, in everything. If there is a fresh new story to be told (and there is), then we have to be the ones reflecting it, right???

But aren’t there people who are toxic to you? Who do not mean for your good, who will hurt you, again and again and again, if given the chance…what about them? Do I have to allow for their transformation? And what does that even look like? Doesn’t leaving the door open, sometimes, make me a fool? Isn’t my abuser “just who he/she is?” Or isn’t he/she that, at least to me? Can I lock that door, or do I have to keep letting them come back? Doesn’t Jesus also say “be as wise as serpents and as innocent as doves?” What is wisdom and what does it look like, for me, in this?

This is that “interesting space” from the first sentence, and the sad truth is that there is no solid, unchanging answer. The answer is Yes or No, Both/And, Neither/Nor, but mostly it’s Maybe. Wisdom isn’t static. Forgiveness AND Boundaries can certainly live together in peace and harmony, but so can Forgiveness AND Reconciliation. Now what? Which is it?

We want to know. We want black and white, yes-no, we want understanding & control, we want to say how it’s supposed to be, or what should be, but we don’t get that. We get messy, blurred lines. You and I might have boundaries that she and I don’t. This is the overwhelming, uncomfortable tension of real life, and the most courageous steps we can ever take is to keep leaning into the uncertainty of relationships. There’s only one reason to take them, and it’s a good one: because we’re worth it.

Catfishing Again

September 8, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

There’s a documentary on Netflix called Unknown Number: The High School Catfish, about a 15 year-old girl who starts getting absolutely horrible, menacing texts from numbers she doesn’t recognize. No one else recognizes them, either, because they’re from a text app that seems to be designed for exactly this type of thing. Why do they exist? Why would I want a randomly generated phone number for text messages? I cannot think of even 1 time I thought, “I wish I had a different number to text ____.”

I guess it’s pretty much like the Ashley Madison website. These sites & apps are for what they’re for, with no pretense or apologies. Ashley Madison’s business model is infidelity, period. Text apps are for catfishing. I don’t need burner accounts or phones, and I don’t need a super secret special number because I don’t mind if you see that it is from me, Chad. Maybe you do. But if you do, maybe you can also not use it to send abusive texts to your children? (I recognize I just gave away the reveal in the film, but it was bound to happen. My mom spoiled it for me, too.)

Anyway. The doc wasn’t great. At least, that is to say, I didn’t really care for it. It was so provocative you couldn’t look away, like the junkyard fire I saw 2 days ago. But the best documentaries paint pictures and tell stories to ask questions we don’t necessarily want to ask. People are almost never monsters. We hear their stories and end up understanding, even if we don’t like them. We see the tiny, incremental steps it took to cross the lines they crossed. They become more than the caricatures we see in headlines and click bait, they’re complicated & nuanced. We see ourselves in them.

After enough exposure, the judgment begins to be siphoned out of our hearts. Slowly. But if they are human beings, like us, then what? If we can forgive them, give grace to others, allow them to fall and be redeemed, then maybe we can be forgiven, redeemed, too. Maybe we shouldn’t be defined by the worst things we’ve done. Maybe we shouldn’t define others by the worst things they’ve done.

That’s what I love about documentaries.

This one had a villain. She did the thing, barely took responsibility, continued to lie, pretend, cried, thought she had been punished too harshly, and at the end, we didn’t understand. They didn’t ask the questions that would’ve invited her into the introspection that might have given depth. We didn’t, couldn’t, see ourselves.

[I do not blame the filmmaker, Skye Borgman, who has made many films that are brilliant. She deserves all of the awards she’s won. This makes me wonder if she simply couldn’t impel this woman to walk through the door out of villainous caricature. Maybe she did ask all of the right questions, but the answers gave so little, all that was left was the shocking story itself.]

Scooby Doo and other cartoons (and cartoon’y movies) have good guys and bad guys, but it’s hardly ever that defined in real life. When it is, it’s jarring and uncomfortable. They are usually great characteristics for documentaries – jarring and uncomfortable – but for different reasons altogether. I was happy when it ended.

Then, next time I turned on the tv, I could get back to rewatching Fisk.

Helpful Lies

June 30, 2025June 30, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

Before we begin, I just want to state out loud how soul-crushing a salad can be. Even a “good” one. Today’s lunch was a pre-packaged apple walnut chicken salad. Maybe the “pre-packaged” was my mistake. Or maybe it was the apples or the walnuts or the feta cheese. Or maybe it just was nothing more than that it was a salad. I’m trying to make good choices with the things I put in my mouth (is a salad a good choice???)…baby steps.

I can be so disciplined in some areas of my life, while being a 6 year-old in others. I wonder how both can be true. I can go to the gym at 5am every day but I can’t seem to not eat the garbage that I know will make me sick. I don’t always like the gym, but it’s so much a part of me and what I do that I don’t even consider if I want to. But in the kitchen, I want, therefore I eat.

When you look up discipline, much of what comes up in definitions is related to punishment. That doesn’t seem like a truly transformative practice. People don’t usually make healthy changes from a negative posture, from the “Do/Don’t…or else,” school of thought.

This is what Wikipedia says: Self-discipline refers to one’s ability to control one’s behavior and actions to achieve a goal or to maintain a certain standard of conduct. It is the ability to train oneself to do things that should be done and resist things that should be avoided…Self-discipline can also be defined as the ability to give up immediate pleasures for long-term goals…Self-discipline is about one’s ability to control their desires and impulses to keep themselves focused on what needs to get done to successfully achieve a goal.It is about taking small, consistent steps of daily action to build a strong set of disciplined habits that fulfill your objectives. One trains themselves to follow rules and standards that help determine, coalesce, and line up one’s thoughts and actions with the task at hand. Small acts allow one to achieve greater goals. The key component of self-discipline is the trait of perseverance…Discipline is about internal and external consistencies.

I think Wikipedia is more right than the rest of the scholars out there. The root of discipline means “to teach,” but the root of punishment means “pain.”

I wonder what my problem is, using this definition as our guide. I do have the ability to train my oneself to do things that should be done and resist things that should be avoided. Maybe I don’t use it when it comes to Oreos, but it is something I have in my repertoire. Focus? I don’t have a disorder or anything. I can focus for long periods. Sometimes, though, my focus drifts to focusing on Oreos, and then that positive trait isn’t quite so positive. I can be very consistent. Maybe I lack perseverance? When I take personality tests, they always tell me I lack follow through. Is that the same? But as I get older, I follow through, maybe what they mean is that I lack the desire to follow through.

Wikipedia also says this: An action conforms to a value. In other words, one allows values to determine one’s own choices.

An action conforms to a value. That’s awesome. In many, many contexts. There’s a cliché, when people show you who they are, believe them. Because actions conform to values. Maybe I simply don’t value eating properly. Why not? I think I do.

But when the couple comes to me and the boy says, “I love her, I just treat her like trash sometimes,” we all know the action supersedes the hollow words. He doesn’t love her, at least not in any meaningful way, not in any higher definition of love. He loves how she makes him feel, or the idea of her, or the idea of being with someone, or whatever.

So, you can be forgiven for saying I don’t value healthy eating. You’re right, I suppose. Maybe I value the idea of eating good, or saying I do. The action is conforming to the value, isn’t it?

How do I change a value? When I searched that, it tells me through introspection and reflection. If that was enough, I’d be the foremost authority on healthy eating habits. I do not lack in introspection or reflection. Every article just says more and more of the same, think about it, visualize what you want, and on and on.

It’s much harder to visualize, “I want to eat better, so I can be a healthy man, inside and out,” than it is to visualize abs. I don’t really want abs, too much. I’ve never had them, so I don’t miss them or anything.

I’ll be 50 this year. It’s important, and it probably starts with transforming the way I think about salad. Today, for lunch, I had a terrific apple walnut salad and it was so satisfying & delicious!!! (Maybe transformation can begin with a helpful lie, and continue until it’s not a lie. Who knows?)

Stats and Possibilities

June 23, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

The site is asking me how I practice self-care, and then I’ll tell you what’s on my mind today.

When we were on vacation, the biggest drawback of the Airbnb as opposed to the hotel, were the mornings. In a hotel, I’d silently pick up my things and leave the room, go down to the lobby, and spend the next hour or 3 reading, writing, whatever. At home, I begin most mornings at the gym. If I don’t go, I eat breakfast and then read, write, whatever. I didn’t realize just how important this daily routine is. So, that’s it, probably. The most important self-care practice I have is the way I enter each day. It’s not always the same, but it allows me to intentionally connect to my, body, mind, my life.

Now, here’s my question…Who are you?

The site also emails me, from time to time, about the stats of this blog. Is anyone reading what I write? Is any post more engaging than others? If anyone is actually reading, who is it? Where are they (you) from?

While fairly plugged in, I choose to not participate in much of the social mediasphere. I think the stats (and communicating them to me) are designed to help me tailor posts for the greatest possibility of engagement. For instance, if a post on cereal gets more likes than one on oatmeal, I would theoretically write more about cereal. Probably, a wild-eyed political rant would stomp them both, in terms of clicks. The problem is that I don’t care about that, not even a little bit. It seems disingenuous and manipulative. It seems like a reader would want to read the people who write about the things they want to, that turn them on, the things that touch their hearts, instead of the things someone thinks they’d like. Maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s not, though, now that I think about it.

I read articles on Morrissey, the MCU, Dallas Cowboys, and other topics I search for. I rarely search for writers, certainly not on the internet.

Maybe I should care. Maybe more cereal posts is quality marketing. Do I care about marketing myself? Should I care about marketing? Isn’t everything marketing???

All of this stat conversation brings me to what I really do care about.: Who are you? How did you get here? I see some of the same names ‘liking’ the posts, and I’d love to know who you are and hear your stories. How do we do that? Is it as simple of Google-ing the names and cyber-stalking? If I see the names, does that mean you have blogs, too? Then, I should read those, right?

The internet is such a beautiful tool for connection, not just food pictures, disinformation, and porn. It can bring all of us, with all of our different experiences, backgrounds, demographics, together. My question is, how do we do that?

I got out of my car the other day, and there was this little boy (about 3ish years old) across the street. He yells over to me, “What are you doing?” Not aggressive or judgy, just curious. “I’m just home from the gym.” “Why?” “Well, I like to go to the gym.” “Why?” “It helps me move my body and relax a little. What are you doing?” “Just eating this cookie.” “Good cookie?” “Yep. See you, then.”

And I thought, maybe that’s what’s missing. Maybe I just don’t ask enough people what they’re doing. Everybody reads on the beach, and in 4 days, I didn’t ask 1 person what they were reading. In my last post, I thought about a podcast/Facebook live with guests. Maybe that’s what it would look like, just me and you, and we could begin with, “what are you doing?”

It feels a little like, the more we are connected online, the further we are apart. I guess it’s up to us to change that, isn’t it?

Marrying Juan Soto

May 20, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

Juan Soto is an outfielder for the New York Mets. According to his stats – his career batting average is .283, he finished 3rd in MVP voting once, this year, he’s hitting under .250 – he’s an average Major League Baseball player. But his contract says different. The Mets signed him in the offseason for all the years and all the money. So, according to his bank account, he’s the greatest to ever play the game.

Yesterday, he lined a ball off of the fence, stood in the box smiling it, and loafed into first with a 350 ft single. When reporters asked if he thought that was a problem, he quickly responded, “No.” Now, the Mets manager is going to “talk to” him about his lack of effort.

There is a lot about that paragraph that is distasteful, but the one that stands out is that the team will “talk to” him. For what? For being Juan Soto. By most accounts, he’s not exactly a high character guy, he’s not winning Man of the Year awards anytime soon, he’s his own biggest fan. If you believe they’ll actually talk to and/or discipline him for his actions and attitude (and that is a very big IF – it’s likely just something that upper management thinks is a good thing to say, condescending to us, as if we’ll scoop up whatever they toss our way, no matter how silly and nonsensical it is), my question is why?

I have the honor of officiating many weddings every year. Some feel like they’ll last forever, and some don’t. Some men will be great husbands, but other boys shouldn’t be getting married at all. I also do a fair amount of pre- and post-marital counseling (mostly listening and allowing each the space to be heard by the other), and what I find in stressful situations is usually pretty similar.

They marry Juan Soto, and then, when Juan Soto does Juan Soto things, behaves like Juan Soto always has, they appear to be shocked and dismayed. But they married Juan Soto. Do they expect him to be Derek Jeter or Nolan Ryan after the wedding day?

It’s very strange. Let’s say girl X is having an affair with Juan Soto, who is dating/engaged/married to girl Y. Juan Soto ends up probably being found out by Y (because Juan Soto’s don’t usually turn on a dime for less), and leaves Y to be with X. She finally gets to have him to herself, to build a life together. He’ll change, he loves her, whatever. Then, when he is discovered to be having a new affair with girl Z, X is absolutely shocked! How could he do this to me?!!

If you marry Juan Soto and he doesn’t have a job, has never had a job, and you are the one who pays for everything, maybe getting married expecting him to be a different person, one who works and pays, might not be the best idea. Maybe you still want to marry him, who am I to judge? You can marry who you want, it’s the expectation that’s the problem. The Mets hired a guy who turns doubles and triples into singles, and is incredibly surly about the suggestion that he might have any responsibility to his team to hustle out an extra base. After marrying him and giving him the GDP of most countries, why would they dream they’d end up with Mike Trout?

Why would girl X think Juan Soto would be faithful to her, when he’s not evidenced faithfulness as a characteristic he values too much? She wouldn’t. And neither would the Mets. That’s why it’s sort of offensive to pretend to mind, 50 games into the first season of the marriage.

Maybe he’ll change, hopefully he will, but isn’t it a little unfair to him to assume he will, and hold it against him if he doesn’t? He’s Juan Soto, and being Juan Soto got him 3/4 of a billion dollars, or the spouse, or the job, or or or.

But aren’t we made to grow and mature, to transform? Yes, of course, but we choose not to lean into everything we’re made for all the time, for a lot of reasons, some much less than 3/4 of a billion reasons. And that’s why we should be very careful who we marry.

My Own Hypocrisy

April 21, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

There is a certain freedom to posting here. I write another blog for the faith community of which I am the pastor. This one is different. It is still of the same perspective (I don’t know how to be another way), just maybe not as overtly so. This is where I discuss Smiths albums and Marvel movies – which are, of course, important and wildly spiritual. The freedom is in the audience. Very few read both, so that leaves me open to write about real life situations without you wondering who it is that I’m referring to. That ‘wondering,’ no matter how fleeting, is usually enough to miss the point I’m trying to to make. Hopefully, you don’t care who, specifically, I’m talking about, you know it doesn’t matter.

Now.

Much of what I talk about on Sundays is the hope of new days, new paths, new situations and possibilities. Yesterday was Resurrection Sunday, so it’s fairly easy to relate an empty tomb and a new creation with new me’s and you’s. One of my favorite things to say (much like the Red Hot Chili Peppers playing “Under The Bridge” in concert) is “Nothing is just what it is,” playing on the underlying despair of the modern refrain, “It is what it is.” I think nothing has to be what it is, or what it has been. No one has to continue to be what they have been. We can change futures through our todays. Nothing is inevitable. That’s what Easter is all about.

There is a tension in that. What if you know someone who you would consider a bad person? What if monsters do exist? What happens when you are teaching on releasing people to change, to transform and become something new and different? Are we all created in His image? Is the love of God truly for everyone?

I would tell you the answer to those last 2 questions are, without hesitation, YES!! I totally believe the theology I relay. And sometimes, the theological crashes into the practical, in spectacular fashion. We can say we are all about forgiveness, until we have something to forgive, right? We can repeat verses about loving our enemies until we have enemies.

So, yesterday, that person (that tension in flesh and blood) walked back into the church, as a mirror to my own hypocrisy. And now what?

As I moved through my Resurrection message, I thought about this person. Do I really believe what I say I do? Even for that person? Really?

Can I teach about love and peace, while my heart is…um…not loving or peaceful? Probably. The news is littered with pastors caught in all kinds of sketchy behavior (money and sex are particularly effective traps), while teaching very solid sermons in front of thousands of congregants. How do they do that? I felt like a pretender, at first. I didn’t want this person there, wanted them outside behind locked doors.

BUT WE DON”T LOCK DOORS IN A CHURCH!!! Now what?!!? As it turns out, I do believe what I teach. I also think this person is not a nice person. But, with all I am, I don’t think this person has to stay not a nice person. I do think this person belongs in a church, and I’m grateful I got to give this hopeful message of transformation to them.

Of course, I’m a hypocrite. Maybe someday I won’t be. Probably I won’t be, if the Scriptures are all true. But if I can be loved like this, hypocrisy and all, this person can, too. And they deserve to have someone care enough to give them this good news. They deserve to have someone believe in them, trust them, and allow them to change.

I’m not ready for personal relationship with them, maybe I won’t ever be, maybe I’m not the person for that kind of intimacy, maybe too much has happened here, maybe I don’t like them. And maybe that’s ok. I do have to love them, but maybe what love looks like, here, is simply unlocking the box I’ve put them in.

Confession

April 14, 2025/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

I have an embarrassing confession to make, and a subsequent renewal of my personal ethos. (I’m writing/posting it as a way to work out my actual circumstance and gain some accountability. I don’t feel the need to live my whole life online. In fact, I think this can lead to a certain modern narcissism…maybe that’s what I am. A lot of these sentences begin with “I.” I can probably reason all of this away, convince you I am not, and sound super spiritual about it, without it being the truth. I don’t know if I’d know the truth, either way. Does a narcissist know he/she is a narcissist? Or is it just reality, how the world is, to him/her? Whatever.)

I was asked by a very good friend to help him coach baseball. I have been a baseball coach before, he hasn’t, and asked for my help. I love him 3,000, so I said yes. My previous team (which you may have read about ad nauseam) was comprised of 14, 15, & 16 year olds and was probably a unicorn, when it comes to the nexus of ability, effort, & character. This team is for 10-12 year olds. A 10 year old is different from a 16 year old in so many ways. That seems like a super-obvious thing to say, right? It is and it’s not. They’re different in way you know, ways that are obvious, and they are different in a million more, subtle, striking, ways.

I don’t like it.

And as I drive to the field, I think about how I don’t like it. The kids are sweet and funny, and they’re soft and wild, like squirrels released from a trap, running as fast as they can to nowhere in particular, screaming as loud as they can, about nothing in particular. I speak to them as if they’re 16 year olds, as if they’re my unicorn, and when they respond as not-unicorns, I am easily frustrated and (hopefully unnoticeably) discouraged.

I do not like this, even more.

I believe we show up and offer all we are, in every situation. This blog is my raw, honest heart, I pour my soul into every word, even if it gets 3 views (which it sometimes does.) You see, we are called to live at a certain level, as if working/living “for the Lord,” instead of anything/anyone else. This is awesome, because that means every person and space (no matter how insignificant we might consider – which is an absolutely WRONG perspective to hold, nothing and no one is insignificant. No moment, no interaction, no invitation, is insignificant, when we consecrate – which is a fancy church word that just means give – it unto God) has infinite value.

I hope it’s been unnoticeable, because those squirrels deserve so much better. And I’m going to give it to them. I’ll give them no more and no less than what I have to give, which is all of me, everything I have, my authentic self, just Chad. I won’t always be able to be there, I won’t always feel good, I might yell at them to “PAY ATTENTION!!!!!” but they will have my heart, undivided and untainted, from now on.

This space isn’t always for overt religion, but today requires some explicitly spiritual conversation. I repent of my actions. I’m embarrassed. I ask for, and receive, forgiveness. Now it’s just a matter of changing my behavior.

Confession & Renewal, this is an awful lot of what our lives are. An endless cycle of transgression & repentance, wrongs & rights, ups & downs, seasons of growth (sometimes uncomfortably stretching growth)… Maybe I wish it wasn’t quite so endless. Maybe I wish I would always get it right, not as much confession or transgression. Oh well, not yet, I suppose. So that leaves just one thing: to keep showing up.

Love With A Capital L

A journey towards living an inspired life of love in the modern world

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