I’m a son of God sent into the in-between. I hold space for what doesn’t yet have language. I live where the Spirit hovers between chaos and creation. Too much structure for the church. Too much oil for the boardroom. Too much mysticism for the academy. Too much discipline for the spiritual-but-not-religious. I build where categories collapse and God still speaks. I’ve doubted His choices, but never His closeness. I’ve questioned His silence, but not His Spirit. I’ve been scorched by His sovereignty, but I’ve also been kept by His nearness. That is attested faith: Faith that has been cross-examined by suffering and still bears witness