As I write this on Sunday afternoon, I've been reflecting on my birthday tomorrow (the day I’ve posted this).
I'll be 44 years old.
ʟɪғᴇsᴛʏʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ʙʟᴏɢ 👨🦼
As I write this on Sunday afternoon, I've been reflecting on my birthday tomorrow (the day I’ve posted this).
I'll be 44 years old.
I’m not the best Christian. At least not in the way people expect. In fact, many of my old friends used to describe me as “The Best Worst Christian.” It’s a title I’ve carried with pride, especially through the ordination process.
Recently, a friendship and professional relationship changed for me. It started me reflecting on disability, inclusion, and something I hadn't really considered before.