On the first day of Survey of Art, which was my first day of college, I noticed a woman in a yellow skirt. We’ve been married now for more than 17 years, and she’s shaped me more than any other person, for which I am grateful and a better person. (Check out the stories from our 2nd honeymoon to Dominica.)
Right smack on her due date, Talli entered our world and made us parents. I remember my first view of the top of her head, her cry with a squeak at the end, and how scared I was walking down the hallway to leave the hospital without the safety net of nurses. Hayley was induced a week early because the doctor was going out of town, and Elaine went from complaining that the pitocin wasn’t doing a thing to holding our daughter in less than two hours. A day and a few hours late, at 2:13 am on my dad’s birthday, our little bundle of Aubrey Joy entered the world at St. Al’s in Boise, Idaho. (More info in the family category.)
I love to fly fish and golf, but don’t do either very much. I dink around on the computer a lot, and I find serious joy in crafting words…but lack the time to put enough together to make a book. Hence this blog.
My online presence began September 3, 1996, with Gregg’s Notebook. I updated that some until 1999, and then it disappeared into the dusty corners of my hard drive. But (for a time, at least) you can still see it all right here.
It looked something like this:
Christmas of 2004 brought a Christmas letter from my friends the Barnhills, and the letter had the address of Jimmy’s blog. Whoa. Blew my doors off. Jimmy and Carla are a part of Solomon’s Porch, an emergent expression of Christian worship in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I think I read every word of Jimmy’s whole archive, and I found something stirring in me. He and others in the Solomon’s Porch community were having these amazing discussions about church and Jesus and life because of their blogs, and I wanted in. Gregg’s Gambles was born because I wanted to comment on Jimmy’s blog, and created an identity and a blog to do it. Version 1 looked like this:
I didn’t tell anyone for 3 or 4 weeks, but I found making myself write was personally very therapeutic. Selfish, attention seeking me wanted MORE, though, so I let the cat out of the bag to a few friends. And then I discovered Quaker blogs. And then I started having these amazing discussions about Jesus and parenting and church and life. Gregg’s Gambles started to dance:
Let’s see, I’m getting bored with this, so you probably are too. I’m senior pastor at Newberg Friends Church in Newberg, Oregon, and life is good. Thanks for stopping by!