“For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen… so that they are without excuse.” – Romans 1:20
I’m not writing this because I’ve got it all figured out. I’m writing this because I need somewhere to tell the truth as I see it—raw, unfinished, maybe a little frustrated, but honest.
This world is loud with opinions, flooded with curated performances, and yet strangely allergic to conviction. Everyone’s got a reason—why they won’t speak up, why they keep the peace, why they don’t take a stand. But most of the time, those aren’t reasons. They’re just excuses dressed up to look respectable.
I’ve made those excuses. I’ve held my tongue to avoid conflict, stayed quiet in rooms that felt polite but hollow, and nodded along just to keep the conversation smooth. But the more I did that, the more I felt like I was disappearing into a fog of silence. And I’m not interested in vanishing.
This blog is my outlet. It won’t always be polished. It won’t always be gracious. Some days it might read like a complaint. Other days, like a prayer. I’m not here to win debates or gain followers. I’m here because the thoughts in my head and the weight in my chest need somewhere to land—and maybe, just maybe, someone else out there feels the same.
You won’t find endless nuance here. You won’t find me trying to please all sides. What you will find is one man trying to stay anchored in faith while the world keeps shifting around him. I may not always get it right. I may revise these thoughts later. But I’d rather be wrong and searching than silent and numb.
Because one day, we’ll all give an account. And I want to be able to say I spoke up—even if my voice shook, even if it wasn’t pretty, even if I stood alone. I’d rather risk saying too much than live a life muted by excuses.