Well, here I am again after more than three years. Yesterday I turned 40. It’s hard to even type that. And I decided I was going to write again, about this journey into (un)faith and adventure. So here I am.

When I last posted, I was a lifelong evangelical (with some new-church charismatic experiences), a part-time pastor, a childless husband desperate for our infertility to end, and hoping beyond hope for a miracle. Now I’m a gloriously proud father, awaiting the birth of our second child, but no longer the fervent evangelical. Something profound has happened in those three years. It has led me out of prayer lines and into IVF clinics, out of church leadership and into newfound friendships, out of ‘born-again’ certainties and into a more unsteady, more organic faith. I now know far less than I did.

At times it’s a bewildering, numbing experience, at other moments more joyously intense than any other experience in my life. I am daily close to crying and to shouting. I am angrier than ever, happier than ever, lonelier and more relational than ever.

I called this blog Eventful Journey. I thought it sounded cool and hip. I didn’t realise just what a journey it would prove to be.