About

I didn't grow up in a religious home.  Mom did teach me about Jesus, though.  I believed in him at an early age.  When I grew up, I followed a pretty girl to church.  I started to learn more about Jesus and the bible.  I wanted to serve him as best I could.  I read a lot, then I read some more.  I loved to study "God's Word."  When 9/11 happened, I started asking questions.  Like many people, I got online and started learning about other religions.  One day the Mormon missionaries knocked on my door.  I invited them in, to teach them about my "true" Jesus.  I was still learning.  I was confronted with difficult questions about my own faith.  I stood strong, feeling closer to Jesus than ever. 

Then life happened.

Doubts arose.

Maybe God wasn't really there.

Maybe I was alone, all along, and the bible was just a human book.  I quit looking at it, for several years...

Then one day I picked it up again, looking for reasons not to believe.  I found some, then found some more.  Things look different when you take a new perspective.  Yet something unexpected happened.  One of the books I had largely ignored in the past began to pique my interest:

"The gospel according to Mark."

Within the pages of this blog are the musings of a blind man, trying to make sense of Mark's gospel.  Thanks for stopping by.

-matt