I knew we had a real story when David Williams reply to my prompt for his greatest trial was, “My last church.” Yikes. That church doesn’t even exist anymore. Did he kill it? Could he have saved it? And what kind of church would hire him next? Usually when pastors have a story like this, and many do, we keep it secret for many reasons. Thanks to pastor and author Rev. Dr. David Williams for this story and his others.
It turns out that David writes much better than I do. Surprise! Nope. 🙂 And it turns out he knows himself better too! So I’ve pasted the “About Me” page from his blog (which you must check out). See everything below.
The Believer’s Guide to the Multiverse by David Williams
Wesley Theological Seminary in D.C.
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
David’s Blog: belovedspear.org
Hey there! I’m David.
Thanks for checking in, and for reading. I’ve been writing this little blog for about a decade, first on xanga, the now defunct social media platform, and then here on blogger. There are books, too, which you’re welcome to peruse by clicking on the link.
Why so much writing? I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say, as Flannery O’Connor once put it.
- I was born in early 1969, in Washington DC. As the story goes, my newlywed mom and dad were delivering food and supplies to a black church–they were called “black churches,” back then–in DC during the riots following Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination. They encountered tear gas, and it was stressful and intense, and when they got back to their apartment, well, 9 months later I showed up. That’s the story, anyway. I’m sticking to it.
- In the Myers-Briggs personality typology, I’m an INFJ. I’m deeply introverted, largely intuitive, split almost evenly between rationality and emotion, and I like closure. What’s my Enneagram type, you may ask? Pish posh. I don’t buy into that strange witchery. It’s just spit, incense, and monkey entrails, as far as I’m concerned. Oh, and online Harry Potter sorting hat quizzes put me consistently into Ravenclaw. This is still a more valid metric than the Enneagram. ;0)
- I ride motorcycles. Just one at a time, typically. I ride in the rain and the cold. That means when it rains, I get wet. When it’s cold, I feel cold. It’s just how I prefer to get around. They are efficient and fun, in equal measure. Why we feel obligated to cart around several tons of excess metal everywhere we go is beyond me.
- I do not eat meat. I have a whole bunch of complex theological reasons for it revolving around minimizing suffering and caring for creation, but honestly, I started being vegetarian because my girlfriend/fiance/wife didn’t eat meat. Though I’ve not intentionally ingested flesh in nearly two decades, the smell of burgers on the grill still makes me salivate. We’re omnivores by design, after all.
- I grew up in the Presbyterian church, wandered off in my late teens and twenties, and came back because I just had to. I felt called to the ministry, and not in a subtle way. Meaning, it wasn’t a “process,” or an abstract desire to do something good. I got whupped upside the head by dreams and visions and theophanies, to the point where I felt a little crazy. Which, honestly, I probably am. Oh well.
- I am a Presbyterian pastor, married to a Jewish woman. Together we have raised two Jewish sons. This is apparently unusual, but to be honest, it’s felt like the most natural thing in the world.
- My faith-influences include many folks, but my first, earliest, and perhaps most influential teacher was C.S. Lewis. When I was a bookish little boy, meaning four or five, I read the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. We were living in Kenya, and there was no television to speak of, so there was little else for a little boy to do. So I read, but I do not remember the act of reading. What I remember is being in Narnia. The crunch of snow underfoot, a circle of sad little stone creatures, blood on a stone table, and the warm touch of Aslan’s fur. Books and words are, as Clive Staples taught me, very Deep Magic indeed.