My eyes are closed.

Johnny Beloved is a covert name for a guy who probably doesn’t need a covert name. It was originally chosen as the title of my next book, and I suppose it still is, it’s just that I seem to be taking my sweet ass time with writing; which in case you didn’t know, isn’t exactly conducive to writing itself.

Also, I might warn you that I’m extremely conceited and no matter how hard I try, my ego is the one thing that continues to be my thorn in the flesh. What is even more interesting is that I absolutely ache for public approval, especially when it concerns writing. I’m already at strike two, I know. I’ve got issues.

For those of you who found this site via your online search for God, I’d like to make something clear. I’m not a pastor. I’m not in ministry. I don’t really want anything to do with it. My closest exposure to having any authority on the topics of faith and Christianity came when I was in a private Christian school and was the #26 Bible quizzer in the nation. Most people wouldn’t dare mention such a ridiculous fact like the one in the previous sentence, if I had been #1 or even #2, sure, let’s chalk it up to my public attributes, but #26? I’m sorry. I thought I mentioned my ego already…but back to point. I’m not here to guide you or give you answers. God has a strange way of providing such things on his own.

What I am here to do however, is to raise questions concerning faith. To help you think about God without feeling pressure to believe in Him. I’m not here to convict you. I’m not here to condemn you to Hell. Hell, you may not even believe in the concepts I’m talking about and that’s fine with me.

But I believe in God. Very strongly.

I like conversation, so please jump in as much as you can. I don’t care what faith you aspire to or if you think faith is a complete waste of time. Every opinion is welcomed, as long as it is presented in a calm manner. No name calling, no circular arguments, if you’re a fundamentalist Christian, don’t comment unless you’re ready to defend what you say with more than lukewarm sad regurgitations of what you understand to be “correct” doctrine.

I’m smarter than the picture lets on.

I’m glad you’re here. That you’re reading. I look forward to getting to know you.