To borrow a phrase from the Apostle Paul, I was born an evangelical of evangelicals. I grew up in Colorado Springs–the Vatican of evangelicalism. My mom homeschooled me until high school, and my dad is the CFO of Focus on the Family. My extended family is brimming with missionaries, pastors, and seminary professors.
I went to John Brown University, a college founded by an evangelical radio preacher. But during my junior year, I was a visiting student at Oxford University and learned all about taboo evangelical subjects–evolution and patristics, beer brewing and Democratic politics.
This (useful) information, coupled with a growing conviction that I was more sophisticated than my evangelical family, turned me into a cynical jerk.
After college, my plan was to get an MFA from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop and write snooty short stories about alienation. But my plan failed at a critical step: actually getting into the Iowa Writer’s Workshop.
So I decided to become a “bohemian” “writer.” But after two years of typing anti-evangelical rants in my parents’ basement, I realized it might be nice to make money for my work. So I finally took my dad’s advice and applied to law school.
I got accepted at Yale Law School, which seemed to view me as their token evangelical. Before graduating, I became the Submissions Editor for the Yale Law & Policy Review and was a research assistant for a senior editor at Slate. More importantly, I got married to my wife, Danielle.
And somewhere along the line, I decided to stop being a cynical jerk and to appreciate my evangelical heritage. I’d tell you more about how this happened, but that’s what the whole blog is about…
Danielle and I and our two sons live in Colorado Springs, where I’m an associate with Lewis Roca Rothgerber Christie, and we’re members of International Anglican Church. When I’m not writing or lawyering, I follow the Denver Broncos and Tottenham Hotspur, play pickle-ball, host the Anselm Society podcast, and go on jogs with my manic Aussie, Scout.