“Our hearts are restless,
until they can find rest in you.”
— Augustine of Hippo (354–430), in Confessions

Husband, dad, writer…

musician, photographer, lifelong Pens fan.


Finding rest is not easy to come by when you’re at home with three kids, 4 years and younger. I’m trained in pastoral theology, but my daily liturgy has more swingsets than sacrament, more poopy diapers than preaching.

I grew up a proud, classical Pentecostal in the Pittsburgh area, went to an A/G school in downtown Minneapolis, spent some time serving in East Africa, and am back in South Minneapolis.

Even though nowhere feels more at home than Minneapolis, I will be a Pittsburgher ‘til the day I die. There’s a tenacity and warmth that is powerfully winsome to the Pittsburgh ethos. I think there’s a spiritual parallel.

I’m still pentecostal inasmuch as I believe God loves showing up in our lives with tangible demonstrations of his love and power. But over the past ten years, as my faith convictions have increasingly come into focus, I’ve realized there is a balance and congruence to sacramental and liturgical Christian practice that I crave. I love where my heritage has brought me; I have no regrets. But home has shifted. And I’m thankful for a home that will nourish the good and facilitate new growth and opportunity.

do we really need another blog?

You might not, but this stay-at-home dad needs an outlet to think grown-up thoughts. This is that. My hope is to process out loud what this transition means for my family and I, and how I might best find rest in the Father. Getting things on paper is good for my soul. The enneagram has been a powerful tool for self-discovery and growth. If my 5-ness has taught me anything, its that I need to get out of my head and be vulnerable. So, here’s to vulnerability, emotional spiritual health and rest.

Thanks for reading,