About me

Hi, I’m Chris.

I’m a husband and father.  I like to read and write.  I offer a Catholic perspective on family, faith, and recognizing daily adventures.

You may want to know that my wife dresses me (I’m colorblind), I’m optimistic, and a jock.  I have an amazing wife and three little ones running around.  So far we have journeyed through a couple states and even Italy, before we ended up back home in Charlottesville, Va.

Even with so many gifts, at times I find myself ungrateful or bored.  I aim to embrace abiding peace and lasting joy through the ups and downs of this supreme adventure.  For these moments especially, I’m really just writing thoughts for my future self but thought I’d invite you along as well.  Take a look!

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This blog is inspired by G.K. Chesterton.

An adventure is, by its nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. Falling in love has been often regarded as the supreme adventure, the supreme romantic accident. In so much as there is in it something outside ourselves, something of a sort of merry fatalism, this is very true. Love does take us and transfigure and torture us. It does break our hearts with an unbearable beauty, like the unbearable beauty of music. But in so far as we have certainly something to do with the matter; in so far as we are in some sense prepared to fall in love and in some sense jump into it; in so far as we do to some extent choose and to some extent even judge—in all this falling in love is not truly romantic, is not truly adventurous at all. In this degree the supreme adventure is not falling in love. The supreme adventure is being born. There we do walk suddenly into a splendid and startling trap. There we do see something of which we have not dreamed before. Our father and mother do lie in wait for us and leap out on us, like brigands from a bush. Our uncle is a surprise. Our aunt is, in the beautiful common expression, a bolt from the blue. When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world that we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy-tale.

(from Heretics)

 

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