Reese and I

I hope that I live to be 100 years old or so, but one never knows what one will get. At this point in life, I turn 25 tomorrow. This is… exciting. I am not who I thought I would be at this age when I was 12. At 12, I once thought being 25 was really mature; that everyone would view me as a responsible adult. Beyond 18, it seems less and less is made of age (thus far) and people simply treat you the way they always would someone out of high school. People who know me well don’t seem to care what my age is. They have already made their mind up about what they think of me and they will treat me the same way they always have without greater or lesser expectations.

25 years is a long time, and I can’t say in that time that any knowledge or wisdom is originally my own. All that I know is one way or the other God-given. I have my immediate family, parents, siblings, extended family, friends, the Bible, church, social groups, the library, the zoo, and the Internet to thank for everything I know. I hope that I will ever learn more from these and other sources to come. I aspire to know and act upon.Lately, I have taken up a great interest in the study of culture; what it is, how it works, what it can and cannot do… and see life better by way of culture so I can draw closer to the Lord. Culture is a big nut to crack, and few there be that find a nut cracker to break it. If anyone has a good nut cracker they would like to share with me, please send me a message [link to contact page].

Ever busy with client’s side productions, I’m deep in the trenches of Creation Not Confusion, a DVD lecture product with Gary Bates of Creation Ministries International. This project and others (such as the big one called “family”) have consumed much of my time of late, and thus I’ve spent little time writing for my blog. This is why you see less activity here. I apologize for your wasted visits to see little or no fruit on the blog to partake of (I think I’m carried away with the metaphors today, like a wild lion that finds himself hunting in the arctics).

This is a special birthday for me—I think so, anyway. You can disagree, but I don’t care. I have never felt closer to my Lord, more in love with my bride, or more fond of my offspring. For this quarter of a century milestone, I want to give my deepest gratitude to all those above mentioned that have got me to where I am today. You mean the world to me, and I hope many of you live to see your quarter of a century milestones as well. And if you have already got past that point, slow down! Let me catch up.