Somewhere, along life’s way, I was bitten by the bug for writing.
My passion is not so much for writing itself—though I realize that there are people like that. But for me is has more to do with a desire to express my opinion and provide meaningful and useful—Biblically based—content.
It is hard to say exactly when the bug first bit. I can remember making scrapbooks of sports stories clipped out of the newspaper back in my preschool days. Then I remember when I was old enough to read sports columns—and dream of writing my own one day.
As a teenager, I developed an intense interest in the Scriptures. I began to read theological books voraciously. I also started to read and collect Christian articles, think pieces, newsletters, pamphlets, booklets, and the like. But I was doing more than reading; I was learning how to write.
My fire for writing was stoked in many ways in seminary—including one unlikely means. I remember, when I worked overnight security at the school, how I could hear the buzz of the fax machine in the print shop just before midnight. That was the cutting-edge technology back then, and the pages rolling off the machine from various cultural influencers—as we would call them now—reminded me that the world out there was moving on while my own world was anchored to the classroom. As much as I loved those classes, I wanted to get back out in that great big world and provide some influence of my own, just like those high-tech authors who wanted to cheat the clock, providing tomorrow’s news tonight.