I’m having a Back to the Future moment. Remember when Doc Brown and Marty were in the Twin Pines Mall parking lot and the Libyans rolled up all guns blazing? “Oh, my God! They found me. I don’t know how, but they found me.” That’s how I feel right now, because out of everything on the Internet somehow you found this.
The way I see it, putting anything online is no different than Garret Blake’s message in a bottle. It’s a calculated risk. You float it out there because what’ve you got to lose? Maybe someone will find it. You did.
So what now? This is where you either lean in with interest or stop reading altogether. There’s no middle ground. It’s the nature of the subject matter. As soon as you learn I’m here to investigate God harder than a Lilly Rush cold case, half of you are gonna bail. And that’s cool. I won’t try to convince you otherwise.
Here’s what you need to know: (1) you’re not always going to agree with what I have to say and (2) I’m not always gonna agree with what I have to say. That’s the nature of thinking things out. Here’s what I’m not about: preaching, proselytizing or Bible-thumping in general. I’m not here to give anyone the Hilary Faye Stockard treatment.