“If bitcoin just ends up being digital gold, then it has failed” 💯

My dad grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania and was the last of seven kids. His dad was an alcoholic, taking him with him to the bar on many occasions. When he was 6, his oldest sister began attending a local Baptist church, where over time a number of the men asked her if she thought any of her siblings would want to come with her. She said, “Maybe my youngest brother,” and started bringing him with her. These men shaped his life in profound ways, and he is still friends to this day with those that are still alive. These men invested thousands of hours in him, talking with him, picking him up, helping out any way they could with the disfunction in his household.

He loved his dad and learned many things from him, but there were other things that he only learned from those men, whom he didn’t seek out and couldn’t ever have anticipated.

He came to faith in Jesus at an early age, much to the chagrin of his parents, who thought it was stupid. By the time it came time for college, my dad decided to go to a one year Bible college in the Adirondack Mountains, and his parents did everything to convince him not to go, arguing that it was a waste of time and that he ought to focus on his career. With the encouragement of folks from church, he went to the college, where he would later meet and marry my mom.

Mom grew up the youngest of three on a farm in Ohio, a surprise baby 10 years younger than her closest sibling. Her parents became Christians several years prior to her birth, and their lives changed dramatically. My grandfather was the kindest and strongest man I’ve ever known, and his life was radically changed by the love and grace of Jesus. He spent the later years of his life ministering to prisoners in the local jail, leading them in Bible studies and offering “graduation certificates” to those who completed the classes. He spoke about how moved many of the men, who had never completed high school or college, were to receive those certificates, in some cases crying on the phone with their family members telling them about their accomplishment. Several of those men came to his memorial service and told us how grateful they were for his life and ministry.

While they (especially my dad) had experienced life and reality both before and after Jesus, there was never a point when I didn’t believe. While I loved memorizing Scripture as a child, being a Christian was all I knew, and that familiarity bred contempt over time. I went to public school, and had few Christian friends. Being outspoken about my faith made me weird in the eyes of most of my peers, and over time the desire to have friends and be like surpassed the desire to be truthful about what I believed. By the time I reached middle and high school, my identity was completely enveloped in sports. I joke that basketball was my real god, and I worshipped at the altar for three hours per day. My parents forced me to attend church (never in a domineering fashion but just as a normal part of life) and while I went, I was miserable and had no desire to be there. I remember a particular day as a 14 or 15 year old when my dad sat me down and tried to help me see the important of reading the Bible and praying for a few moments each day. I remember holding up a copy of the Bible in front of him and saying, “This book is stupid. Why would I waste my life reading it?” before tossing the book down and storming up to my room.

This whole time I knew Jesus was real but didn’t want to surrender my life to Him. I wanted to do what I wanted to do. I wanted to play basketball in college and then get a job working for ESPN.

Two years later I went to a Christian camp. The reasons I went were simple: girls and basketball. In God’s providence, my dad’s best friend was teaching from the Bible that week. His name was Tom, and he had sons who were slightly older than my brothers and I, but he became a father figure to us over time.

He would travel to professional sporting events and preach the gospel afterwards, and several times he would come back with gifts for my brothers and I. This always amazed me; he had his own kids yet was always thinking about us. Even during the time that I couldn’t care less about God, I loved Tom, because he loved and cared about me. That first night at the camp, Tom opened the Bible and repeated more or less the same message that I had heard for my entire life: that God created the world, that humanity rejected him, and that rather than punish humanity he sent His son to take responsibility for and save his enemies by dying for their sins before conquering sin and death by rising from the dead.

I could have articulated all of that information, but I didn’t love God. When Tom finished speaking, there was no voice from heaven or availing light, but it was overcome by an awareness that regardless of who I was or wasn’t and the ways that I had rejected him, Jesus loved me and suffered in my place. It wasn’t some sort of cold rational argumentation, but it wasn’t emotionalism either. In the span of minutes I went from having zero desire to know and obey God to only wanting get alone to spend toe with him by reading the Bible and praying. I was more shocked than anybody, I didn’t know any of the other kids in my cabin, and I spent the majority of that week getting alone to pray and read.

I was not (and am not today) some amazing, perfect person, but I was a new and different person and was set on a new trajectory by those new desires and convictions.

I have a day job filled with meaningful work as a non-profit manager.

Yet I can't help but shake the feeling that helping bitcoiners understand and connect with Jesus is the most important work-related thing I'm doing right now, even though it's a side gig.

Dr. MacArthur's church Grace Community Church also famously stood up against the Covid tyranny conducted in California by reopening only weeks after everything started popping off.

Many many other supposed churches and church leaders folded like wet paper under the weak persecution that came during Covid.

If you want to watch a great free documentary on Grace Community church during that time, check out The Essential Church:

Academy of Ideas is one of my favorite YouTube channels.

I haven't seen a bad video from him, all of them are so deep and beautiful.

We gotta get him on the nostr.