on discipleship

Updates and moving into 2026

Very few people in life can say they’ve had disciples. They’ve had people follow their every step, every breath, every moment that felt like just a piece of history to them.

When Peter first met Jesus, he was not a disciple. When Stilgar was first introduced to Paul Atreides, he was not a disciple.

When Zilu first approached Confucius in the 6th century BC, he was not a disciple. A disciple would not have been magnificently dressed, “extravagantly rude to the Master” despite his relative innocence.

There was only one way in which he could respond to his inferior: “To say that you know when you know it and to say that you do not know something when you do not know something when you do not know it – this is true knowing.”

Writing is its own form of discipleship. Each piece an approach toward something just beyond reach. Each profile an attempt to translate another person’s light into a language that can only be found in this space.

There are some exciting profiles in the pipeline for this newsletter, including but not limited to more bestselling authors, Grammy-nominated musicians, and niche fashion commentators. There are even more creative projects to come, ranging from just ten words to over 20,000.

I don’t know where any of it leads. I don’t know which piece will resonate. I don’t know which words I will put on the page next. What’s being built here isn’t a destination but a clearing. A space where ideas can breathe without needing to resolve. Like water finding its level. Like disciples gathering not because they understand but because they recognize in each other the same hunger to understand.

The path reveals itself by walking.