“It’s like this: when I was a child I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child does. But when I became a man my thoughts grew far beyond those of my childhood, and now I have put away the childish things. In the same way, we can see and understand only a little about God now, as if we were peering at his reflection in a poor mirror; but someday we are going to see him in his completeness, face-to-face. Now all that I know is hazy and blurred, but then I will see everything clearly, just as clearly as God sees into my heart right now.”
I Corinthians 13:12
Welcome to Running the Good Race in the Wrong Shoes.
I chose this as my life motto. It’s an honest portrayal of how I try my best, but constantly fail. My hope is that this little blog, or brain dump as I see it, will be a way for me to figure out my reason for existence. I have no rules… I will post when I feel like it. The only rule I will impose on myself is to be honest with myself as I write. Although the verse shows that the Apostle Paul had come to terms with being an adult (something I doubt I’ll ever achieve), the latter part best describes how I feel when trying to describe God.
My name is Bill Peterson. I am a 55 year old, graying and aging white American male. In today’s climate I am the most hated and despised being on the planet… by some.
I am a Christian. Have been most my life. Born and raised Baptist. I accepted Jesus into my heart in first grade Sunday School. As an adult I attend a non-denominational church (which actually is a denomination). I have served in the church in many ways… been a youth leader, worked in children’s ministries, worship team ministry, and a Christian comedy and concert event promoter.
I’ve been married almost 32 years. Yes, we have survived. How? Lots of patience, tolerance, ignoring, fights, making up after fights, foot rubs, red licorice and faithfulness.
I have three fetchingly handsome grown sons, of which any Viking father would be proud. Each could whip the snot out of me… if I let them.
I work in IT.
Yes, I am a nerd. I am not a geek however… I do bathe regularly and enjoy sunlight.
I am thankful that IT is pronounced “eye-tee”. If it were pronounced “it”, that would be a strange name for the profession.
Imagine someone asking, “So, what do you do for a living?”
and responding with, “I work in ‘it’.” Yeah… that would be weird.
So I am at a point in my life where I am wondering, “What do I have to offer?”
The question of my value as a human is before me constantly. I know where I stand with my maker (yes, I believe I was made by a higher power, shock!). I know that He has allowed me one more day of existence in His story of human history. I am pretty sure (confident?) I know what the bible says I should be doing with my life. What my existence is and what I have to add is my question. Am I being self-centered to ask? Perhaps. That is what it means to be human, isn’t it?
Looking back I admit I have done a lot of very cool things in my life. I have climbed mountains, eaten duck foot webbing, been hot air ballooning, surfing, para sailing, deep sea fishing, eaten squid jerky, snorkeling, jet skiing, spelunking, jumped off the Clam, mountain biking, saw Paul McCartney at Comerica Park, illegal cafe’ racing, floated in the Dead Sea, ate at a McDonalds in Shanghai, took a nap in a catwalk at the Corvette assembly plant, saw Led Zepplin on their last tour, dragged behind a pick-up on snowy roads on skis, held my breath for almost three minutes, crawled through the utility tunnels at Alma college, read the Chronicles of Narnia at least seven times, hiked the Na Pali coast trail, launched bottle rockets from my hand, split a toboggan in two by hitting a tree, popped a wheelie with the lawn tractor, saw the Rolling Stones at the Superbowl, stuffed 22 marshmallows in my mouth…
But nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the most meaningful things I’ve done: marrying my beloved and sharing with her the birth of each of our boys. Being a husband and a dad, there is nothing better…