What is this blog?
A collection, of thoughts about church, life, music, poems and prayers. A Mary Oliver poem captures my intent:
The man who has many answers
is often found
in the theaters of information
where he offers, graciously
his deep findings.
While the man who has only questions
to comfort himself, makes music. (Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings: Poems, 2012, p. 69)
I’d like to think that I have a few answers and helpful thoughts. But more than anything I want these musings to sing.
Who am I?
James Matichuk: a husband, father-of-four, minister, writer, preacher, child of God, draftsman fiddling with Revit. I’ve blogged here for several years, sharing my thoughts on ministry, pop-culture, Christian spirituality and my life. I review lots of books and occasionally other stuff. If you are curious about what box to put me in: I am an ENFP, an Enneagram type Seven, and a connected-strategist according to Strengthfinders. If you don’t know what any of these are, don’t worry about it.
As a pastor, I got excited seeing people’s lives transformed by Jesus. I am passionate about seeing others grow into compelling followers of Him. I’ve experienced and long for deep, intentional Christian community and I am motivated by the call to see God’s kingdom manifest in neighborhoods through missional partnerships and endeavors. God has gifted and called me to preach, to teach, to make disciples, to listen well and to cast a vision for God’s people. I have a deep, abiding interest in theology, the Bible, mission, discipleship and social justice.
I enjoy making music with guitar and bass, creating art, reading good poetry, and drinking good coffee. I have a plot in the community garden and love good conversation. I used to like to run. Now I like the idea of running, but I’m trying to like it again.
Geography is another window into who I am. Several places have shaped my becoming: I was born in Edmonton, Alberta,spent my formative years in Honolulu, Hawaii (the place that feels most like home to me),became passionate about justice while living in community in southwest Atlanta and working with homeless in downtown Miami, my faith sought understanding at Regent College in Vancouver, Canada and I raged against the serene in Birch Bay, Washington before accepting a pastoral call in Safety Harbor, Florida. I recently moved cross country again to Medford, Oregon and I am listening for where the Spirit blows here. . .