For generations, the marriage of creativity and theology has been a family tradition, and I am blessed to be a part of it.
My paternal grandmother wrote her own commentary for the entire Bible and wrote pages and pages of her own poetry. My other relatives published songs, wrote books, designed furniture, taught classes, and even pastored churches. I find it meaningful that I am not an island, but part of a lineage that goes back quite a ways.
My parents blessed me with a strong interest in Christian theology. My father, who was agnosist at the time, was one of the first seminary students at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. And my mother served in a Catholic convent, until she smuggled a radio and heard a sermon by Billy Graham. Their experiences drew them closer to God and inspired them to pass it on to the family.
In regards to creativity, my father introduced me to the piano when I was a child. He also taught me how to read music, and I learned how to play his old guitar on our family’s camping trips. My mother continued the tradition by teaching me how to read and write, as well as singing with me at church.
Creativity is like wildfire. I started writing and designing when I was five years old, scribbling my ideas onto napkins. Not long after, I began performing my compositions at churches and coffeehouses.
As I have moved to various states and traveled thousands of miles, the common thread through all of my experiences has been creativity and theology. I love serving the local church and helping others delight in the creation and character of God.