Johnny Thulin

I wasn’t planning to be in Cleveland that night. Work had brought me there: one of those unexpected trips that come with the life I live, where pastoring and the trades overlap more often than people realize. I finished the day late, grabbed a quick dinner, and found myself wide awake near midnight in a hotel far from home. It was raining. The kind of rain that hushes a city and makes everything feel softer than it should. I took the elevator to the top floor and walked down a long hallway to...

I’ve learned over the years that God often nudges me toward things I can’t fully explain. Teaching, pastoring, writing, tending: most of it began not with a plan, but with a quiet sense of being compelled. Not pressured. Not pushed. Just drawn. This blog is one of those things. I don’t know who will read these posts. I don’t know whose story they will touch. I don’t know what questions or hopes or wounds might be sitting on the other side of the screen. But I do know this: sometimes God sends...