This is a blog about life written in the language of life. Larry Pray and I wrote a book about the leading causes of life which has (as life does) emerged into a growing swirl of activities, projects, experiences and, above all, friendships. Those causes of life — connection, coherence, agency, blessing and hope–are a simple trellis on which a great deal is growing.
My life grows through a rich web of relationships, many of which are linked in one way or another to organizations: Methodist Le Bonheur Healthcare, Interfaith Health Program, Africa Religious Health Assets Program, World Council of Churches, United Methodist Church, schools and others on the ground in Memphis where I live. Some are mostly academic, others programmatic, but all are about life.
Although I play some official role in many of those organizations, this blog is purely personal. I do not expect any of my comments to reflect on them or obligate than in any way. Sometimes I don’t even agree with myself!
The Leading Causes of Life is one of four books I’ve written, all of which are ways of seeking to frame life as a positive movement toward the possible. Although many of my relationships tend to arise out of engagement with problems of different scales and types (hunger, AIDS, violence), my focus has always been toward the possible. Deeply Woven Roots (Fortress) is about the strengths of congregations; Boundary Leaders (Fortress) is about creating life in the “boundary zones” of community; Strong Partners (Carter Center) is about aligning religious health assets. The point is leading a life about life.
I will be posting about once a week. Hopefully, others, such as Larry Pray will also post, enriching the discourse.
You’ll see links to all of these associations, institutions, books and programs. If you haven’t come to the blog from one of them I encourage you to find you way from the blog toward them.
This is probably enough of an introduction for a blog. I’m posting this from my cabin in the North Georgia mountains on a clear day in the 80’s stirred by just enough breeze to hold the hawks up and to invite me away from the keyboard toward the hardwood paths. Looks like life out there.