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The idea for this blog started after some talking with my best friend and love Kara, reading some of the gospels in the Bible, watching Motorcycle Diaries, and then dialoguing over lunch with Erin Murphy about the necessary commitment to live a life of intentional human relations. The purpose of this space, then, is to get me to record my encounters of what I perceive as meaningful events and human intersections in my life. I hope to talk about what I learn of our human selves from thoughtfully communing with others in a fully present kind of way. While this space may have the usefulness of updating people on my life and thoughts, the most honest reason that I started this is because I wish to continue to step courageously out into conversations that may yield insight and spiritual connectivity between people in the world. I see this blog as my accountability to keep these interactions up, write about them, and reflect the deepest layers of our being alive with one another. I want to live a life of faith, hospitality, and boldness with those to whom I find myself similar, but more importantly to those around me whose lives I find much different. Essentially, with this blog, I intend to follow a spiritual call that tells me to get out and live in more communion with the diverse world around me. So, this blog will be the journal of the everyday interactions that I'll choose to write about.

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