I AM CONVERGENT

The same Christ who preached peace to those far off and those near. The same Christ who makes strangers into citizens. The same Christ who takes living stones and builds a dwelling place for God. The same Christ who looks at the weary and says, “Come.” So come, beloved. Come as clergy and laity. Come as local parish and wider Communion. Come as longtime believer and cautious visitor. Come with your joy. Come with your burden. Come with your small faithfulness. Come to the One

Some relationships do not get the years we wish they had. Some healing comes late. Some grace arrives quietly, almost at the edge of goodbye.

Today, I stand as a priest who has walked through multiple expressions of the Christian faith and found them converging into one coherent calling. I am fully sacramental, fully charismatic, and fully committed to the transforming power of the Gospel. I honor the ancient Church while remaining open to the new things the Spirit is doing. This is my journey. This is my convergence. This is the river God has led me into. I am convergent.

The Church does not need less mystery. It needs less exclusion. It does not need less sacrament. It needs more compassion. It does not need more certainty. It needs more love. And I believe Convergent Catholicism, imperfect though any movement may be, points toward that future with courage, beauty, and hope.

Every church tradition also has places where it forgets something. Some churches have sacraments but little fire. Some have fire but little structure. Some have Scripture but little mystery. Some have mystery but little mission. Some have justice language but little sacramental depth. Some have beautiful worship but little concern for the wounded outside their doors. This is why I am Convergent.

I am Convergent because my faith grew through fire and silence. Through altar calls and incense. Through certainty and doubt. Through triumph and repentance.