The Big Why

Why would a person spend over four years writing a

book with an over-the-top title like Recalibrating

Everything to the Nanosecond We See Jesus?

The more pressing question might be why write at all?

This is where I could try to sound smarter than I am. I

could dodge the second question and monologue about

being captivated by the idea of and weightiness of the

word recalibration. I could go on to tell you recalibration

is not just about machinery or watches but changing the

way we think about something. I could throw some

spiritual sauce on it all by pointing to a Rabbi named

Jesus who had the holy audacity to claim He’s the Way,

the Truth, and the Life. All that would be true, but it

wouldn’t speak to the burning question.

So why do I write?

I write because I have to. I really do.

I write in order to tether my soul to eternity in a world

that is hellbent on the here and now.

I write because the hunger growls in my soul are louder

than buzzsaws and bombs.

I write because stuff is burning down all around you and

me. Everyday. All the time. Relentlessly.

I write because my dreams will die in locked rooms if I

don’t.

So, I write.

And I will until the sky collapses.

Writing is my way of being recalibrated to something

outside me. No, to a Someone actually. The One to be

specific. It’s asking this One to spit into mud so my eyes

can behold invisible things despite their spiritual

astigmatisms. It’s asking this same One to grant me the

faith to know when His robe brushes against my sighs

and worries and deepest fears. It’s asking this God to

stand with me at my father’s grave and sing songs over

my grief; songs so pointed and comforting they pull me

forward to where joy lives in a blinding city called

Home.

That’s the Big Why.