Field Note Archive

These aren’t essays or studies — they’re trail notes.

Some were scribbled in the middle of a spiritual thunderstorm.

Others were just thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote them down.

Not all of them will age well.

Some might only be helpful for a moment — and that moment may have passed.

Others might still be simmering with something true.

I’ve left them here not because they’re polished,

but because they’re part of the journey.

Mine… and maybe yours too.

  • Why You Keep Seeing the Word “Agapē”

    Why You Keep Seeing the Word “Agapē” If you have been reading DiscipleLife for a while, you have probably noticed a word that keeps appearing. Agapē. It shows up in essays, transitions, and sometimes quietly at the end of a discussion about something that seemed, at first glance, unrelated. You might reasonably ask: Why does…

  • Why We Must Seek Understanding Instead of Inventing It

    I have been thinking about the Voynich Manuscript again. The strange fifteenth-century book at Yale University filled with odd plants, zodiac drawings, and writing no one can read. For over a century, experts have tried to decode it. Lost language. Secret science. Hidden knowledge. When I look at it, I see something simpler. I grew…

  • Realizing Revisions, Restarts, and a Reality Check

    If you have been reading DiscipleLife for the last few months, you have seen the revisions. More than a few. Sections moved. Essays rewritten. Structures adjusted. Sometimes it probably felt like we were hiking in circles. For that, I owe you an apology. There are several reasons for the restarts. First, I tend to be…

  • Why Does the Trail Keep Moving?

    I owe us an apology. If we have been reading from the beginning, we have seen the structure shift. Headings changed. Stages rearranged. Earlier versions replaced. More than once. That was not the plan. I assumed I could start at the trailhead and write straight ahead, laying each step in order. I thought the path…

  • Life Asks Five Questions

    Most nights the same questions still settle over me like they did decades ago.Why does life press heavier than it ought to?Why do we keep reaching for meaning when the culture around us shrugs and says it’s optional?Why does love cut so deeply if it’s only brain chemistry and survival wiring? These aren’t clever puzzles…

  • Three Fingerprints in Flatland

    Sometimes I find myself trying to explain the Trinity, and every attempt feels like handing someone a map of a country that hasn’t been invented yet. You can outline the borders, point to the mountains, draw a compass in the corner… and still feel the quiet suspicion that you’ve explained precisely nothing. A few nights…

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