Baby, be wobbly and strong today. Be silly and serious. Be loud and quiet. Be quick to run and slow to listen and then turn around and learn to do the opposite tomorrow. Be weird. Gloriously, unapologetically weird. Following Jesus has always been a strange business. The King of the...

Baby, read. Read on paper. Read on a screen. Listen while you walk. Borrow someone else’s brain for a while. Because here’s the quiet truth: the universe is vast, and you are gloriously unfinished. That’s not an insult. That’s oxygen. There are galaxies of things you don’t know yet...

Stay weird. Not performative weird. Not quirky-for-attention weird. Stay holy odd. Stay the kind of strange that refuses to shrink to fit a room. Stay rooted in your own-ness and your you-ness—yes, we’re inventing words because language occasionally lags behind reality. You are a one-time...