At one time, I was part of the Jesus Movement, which, in the 1970s offered a drug-free high to teens and young adults seeking something beyond materialistic goods. That movement was slowly absorbed by traditional forms of Christianity. These forms, being institutional, were both more reliable and less interesting (to many of us) than the spontaneous, counter-culture movement that attracted us to Jesus.
Over the decades, I attempted to work with and find value in these institutions, which in my case were protestant churches. While I still respect many of the people as well as some of the teachings involved, the representations of Jesus that excited me in the beginning became increasingly harder to remember within these institutions.
Eventually, I stopped calling myself a Christian, because that label had accrued so much cultural baggage and led to so many obfuscations of Christ that it had to be thrown overboard, like ballast, to allow me to keep looking for and seeing, if only at a great distance, Christ.
After decades of refusing to say much publicly about my faith, I am now confident that the Gospel and the Jesus of the gospels earn my deepest respect and inspire me to keep this web log.
The mission, then, is to help myself and any readers see the unseen reality of Christ and value rightly his role in this world.