One of the defining traits of humanity is mortality. It’s inescapable- everybody dies. Almost everybody, but that’s not important yet. The greatest likelihood is that you and I are not exceptions to the rule, that one day our hearts will stop beating and our neurons will stop firing and we will exhale a final breath. Death is a terrifying prospect, I admit, even for someone who has faith in Someone greater than death. Will it be painful? What if I was wrong, and there isn’t anything on the other side? Will anyone remember me when I’m gone? Will anyone have truly known me?

This blog is my answer to that final question. I want a record of my life to exist, in as pure a form as a faulty narrator can produce. I want the people in my life to read this and know me in the fullest light possible. My accomplishments and my failures. My joy and my sorrow. My greatest moments and my deep struggles. I admit, my partial inspiration for this literary project is Orson Scott Card’s novel Speaker For The Dead, in which an orator “speaks” the simple truth of a person’s life after they are gone. The first time I read that book, the concept of a Speaker greatly appealed to me. I don’t want to be remembered in a sugar-sweet light. I want people to see me and know me as fully as possible in this life.

I also want to encourage other people. I want to challenge them through my words, to inspire them, to spur them on. That is my prayer. Whether five or five million people read my blog, I pray they will be pushed towards Christ. Without Him, I would still be dead today. Through Him, I experience life. Let then my words be a testimony to the resurrecting power of the Lamb. Let then my words prove to anyone unsure the worthiness of Christ to be worshipped. Let me prove worthy of Jesus.